Eminem - 2.0 Boys Lyrics
(feat. Slaughterhouse & Yelawolf)[Royce Da 5'9']Ryan's a homocidal misfitI write the solution of biophysicsOn the side of a cliff and some hieroglyphicsThis my admission to having violence psychoticWith the vile polish politics by the way I'm higher than the Eiffel tower tipI like writing but I will stick this pencil in your ass before I bite ya shitPause, inhale hell n kush, us and Yealwolf like a heavy foot gas pedal pushFelon's, crooks, going door to door like he's selling books, Dolly Parton style, melons mushNow my ***** dancer, I'm bout as sick as cancerIf you could swallow my style, you probably rip ya pants offIf you could bottle my style and sell it to somebodyIt'd probably smell like cologne made out of bits of pantherThey call me anchor man, I'll hold down the shipLeave you niggas floating in water and go and drown a fish***** I'm *****ing heinous, I'll make you *****ing famousThem lead showers is coming, ***** is you sayin'[Eminem]*****, it's *****ing raining, shit, it's lightening*****, its thundering, cause I'm hushing up I'm a storm if you wonderin'Shit, you could muster up a thought, to take a toter? and a brain fartWant urine in your face, all you had to do was say itYou wish you woulda just stayed pissed off in the first placeWe came to monopolise the gameIlluminati is here, yeah, human odditiesat odds with us, just whats gotta beCause we started out cold and it snowballedWe froze, soon as we rolled up on these hoesAll's we know is you over the bar like Limbo/LimbaughYou know who you areSo quit *****ing the dark before we start callin' you bizaareShit screw the boots, ya'll dun raped a pitbullFell in love with Shih-tzuThis is directed directly at youAnd as for these hoes who don't know me from a can of paintYou must be huffin', ***** a ballsack if the taints can't take you on a dateYou mistake me for a gentleman, your 2000 and late man, Will-I-aintI'm the bad guy, type of guy that will drag 5 girls up on stagePour ice in their pants and the first one who pee's gets a black eye[Hook - Eminem]You must be outta ya mindYou think you *****ing with usSuck on these nuts***** hang it up, this game is over[Joell Ortiz]Puffing loosies, watching I Love Lucy with Gary BuseyCrazy, how the ***** could you son me? I'm ShadyWill there ever come a day when they could slay me?I don't know, fifth month, black and yellow insect, maybeTil then I kill the bad man tryna slay meEverything you kick weak, your speak kung fu yazyAll my homeboys, 2.0 boysNickle, I just picked up a Phantom, look how it rolls, Royce!Even if I wanted to quit, I ain't got no choiceVerses keep coming, I should invoice my own voiceYou should see the kind of asses that my pole hoistHoes be like diamonds in your chain, man, so moistBang bang bang bang, house gang, chainsawHere to kill you *****'s, don't ask what we came forI write til my right arm vein's soreForearm feel like Thor's arm in a gang warYou hear that Yaowa, you know who finna file outDefinitively finish you, my fist stick out that eyeballPiranha mentality with a jaws bite all nightComing up, never saw light, but never lost sight[Joe Budden]Jets and movers, cess-poolers, meth abusersYou step to us, text rugers to respect the shootersMy men think in sync, roll with the best crewMove to the beat of the same drum without Lex LugerWelcome to nay hood, bigger than jects, GCheated death multiple times without riggin the deckSo I'm well prepped if you just want warThere'll be blood everywhere, you be laying on the Louboutin floorIt's raw, you keep acting like you don't know Mouse, niggaAnd you gon' need the best doctors, house niggaGuard your jewels and avoid large toolsCause after I spill you at the light, you be in a car poolKeep your distance from idiots, cause the truth toldThey food for thought's rotten, they gems are fool's goldNeed results from my actions, mistakes I'll exonerateI'm Martin King staring at a picture of Obama's faceTalking funds, niggas ain't never seen stockI don't need the key to the game, I pick a mean lock[Hook - Eminem]You must be outta ya mindYou think you *****ing with usSuck on these nuts***** hang it up, this game is over[Crooked I]Takeoff, you invited inside of the mind of a psychotic rhymerI'm kind of a Dahmer, I'm grindingNow rappers are lining up jackers, I'm climbing up laddersI buy enough clappers to retire you factors, fire at dramaYou liars and actors, I'm the genuine articleBut read me wrong, get my gun and split you to particles, particlesTell me when and I'm thereNot only heir to the throne, but my chair is suspended in airStay fly like a limited fareYou got us pegged wrong, my circle don't fit in with squaresI smell shit and piss, know where it's coming fromYou stepped on number two just to be number oneNow I'ma step on you, bring it to yo yardBogart for arts, we go hardYou frauds just blow hard like broads, I coast guard the westI'm Mozart, I compose dark shit with no heart[Yelawolf]I got no Jim Beam in the liverGetting head like clean clippers, with haters on my dick like a jeans zipperWhen I throw up 16's like I drink liquorYou think you seen sick? Well, *****, you ain't seen sickerThen I'll crack, and then I'll hop around in a hospital gownPopping the trunk, my pumper stay *****ing the roundI shit logs and I piss river brownCause I drink creek water and spit the river NileAnd that's as close as I get to a pyramidShit, they think I'm Illuminati, so *****in' ignorantSick with a grin, here with this pen, so innocentBut when you win, they say you a sin, but in the endThey jump on the bandwagon and dance to the band playingSkinny-ass pants sagging, it's only yourself you playingCall me a clown, but you love where the clown's hangingAnd the freakshow's at the county carnival then you pay*****, I'm on a trapeze with no legs in the darkYelling "Go Shady" driving slower than an old ladyIn an old '89, no piece if you pay meGimme peace sign on my grill, no MercedesI'm getting paid for these shows that I throw latelySame shows a year ago woulda broken most of you craziesThey call me crazy cause I made it*****, you crazy cause you quit, look at my clique latelyYou ain't *****ing wit' Budden, you ain't got no choice with RoyceYou don't wanna see the Crooked I, well, listen to Ortiz voiceThat dirt road hit the 8 Mile, the porno boysAnd if Marshall want me to clap, then homie, I deployGame over[Eminem]Yo, I don't think they heard you, tell 'em again[Yelawolf]Game over
