Song Title: 2.0 Boys
Singer/Band: Eminem ft Slaughterhouse x Yelawolf
Lyrics for Eminem ft Slaughterhouse x Yelawolf – 2.0 Boys
[Royce Da 5'9']
Ryan’s a homocidal misfit
I write the solution of biophysics
On the side of a cliff in some hieroglyphics
This my admission to having violence psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics, by the way I’m higher than the Eiffel tower tip
I like writing but I will stick this pencil in your ass before I write ya shit
Pause, inhale hella kush, us and Yealwolf like a heavy foot gas pedal push !
Felon’s, crooks, going door to door like he’s selling books, Dolly Parton style, melons mush
Now my bitch dancer, I’m bout as sick as cancer.
If you could swallow my style, you probably rip ya pants off...
If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody
It’d probably smell like cologne made out of bits of panther
They call me anchor man, I’ll hold down the ship
Leave you n-ggas floating in water and go and drown a fish
F-ck, I’m f-cking heinous, I’ll make you f-cking famous
Them lead showers is coming, f-ck is you sayin’....
[Eminem]
F-ck, it’s f-cking raining, shit, it’s lightening
Bitch, its thundering, cause I’m cussing up I’m a storm if you wonderin’
Shit, shit, you could muster up enough thought, to take a dump and a brain fart
Jump, if you want urine in your face, all you had to do was say it
Bet you wish you woulda just stayed pissed off in the first place
We came to monopolise the game
Illuminati is here, yeah, human oddities...
At odds with us, just whats gotta be...
Cause we started out cold and it snowballed...
We froze, soon as we rolled up on these hoes...
All’s we know is you over the bar like Limbo/ Limbaugh
You know who you are
So quit f-cking the dog before we start callin’ you bizarre
Shit screw the pooch, ya’ll done raped a pitbull
Fell in love with Shih-tzu
This missile’s directed directly at you
And as for these hoes who don’t know me from a can of paint
You must be huffin’, f-ck a ballsack if the taints can’t take you on a date
You mistake me for a gentleman, your 2000 and late man, Will-I-aint
I’m the bad guy, type of guy that will drag 5 girls up on stage
Pour ice in their pants and the first one who pee’s gets a black eye....
[Hook - Eminem]
You must be outta ya mind
You think you f-cking with us
Suck on these nuts
Bitch hang it up, this game is over.....
[Joell Ortiz]
Puffing loosies, watching I Love Lucy with Gary Busey
Crazy, how the f-ck could you son me? I’m Shady
Will there ever come a day when they could slay me?
I don’t know, fifth month, black and yellow insect, maybe
Til then I kill the bad man tryna slay me
Everything you kick weak, your speak kung fu gayzy
All my homeboys, 2.0 boys
Nickel, I just picked up a Phantom, look how it Rolls, Royce!
Even if I want to quit, I ain’t got no choice...
Verses keep coming, I should invoice my own voice
You should see the kind of asses that my pole hoist
Hoes be like diamonds in your chain, man, so moist
Bang bang, bang bang, house gang, chainsaw
Here to kill you p-ssy’s, don’t ask what we came for
I write til my right arm vein’s sore
Forearm feel like Thor’s arm in a gang war
You hear that Yaowa, you know who finna file out
Definitively finish you, my fist stick out that eyeball
Piranha mentality with a jaws bite all night
Coming up, never saw light, but never lost sight...
[Joe Budden]
Jets and movers, cess-poolers, meth abusers
You step to us, tech’s, rugers to respect the shooters
My men think in sync, roll with the best crew
Move to the beat of the same drum without Lex Luger
Welcome to nay hood, bigger than jects...
Cheated death multiple times without riggin the deck
So I’m well prepped if you just want war
There’ll be blood everywhere, you be laying on the Louboutin floor
It’s raw, you keep acting like you don’t know Mouse, n-gga
And you gon’ need the best doctors, House n-gga
Guard your jewels and avoid large tools....
Cause after I spill you at the light, you be in a car pool
Keep your distance from idiots, cause the truth told
They food for thought’s rotten, they gems are fool’s gold
Need results from my actions, mistakes I’ll exonerate
I’m Martin King staring at a picture of Obama’s face
Talking funds, n-ggas ain’t never seen stock
I don’t need the key to the game, I pick a mean lock...
[Hook - Eminem]
You must be outta ya mind
You think you f-cking with us
Suck on these nuts
Bitch hang it up, this game is over...
[Crooked I]
Takeoff, you invited inside of the mind of a psychotic rhymer
I’m kind of a Dahmer, I’m grinding
Now rappers are lining up jackers, I’m climbing up ladders
I buy enough clappers to retire you factors, fire at drama
You liars and actors, I’m the genuine article
But read me wrong, get my gun and split you to particles, particles
Tell me when and I’m there.
Not only heir to the throne, but my chair is suspended in air
Stay fly like a limited fare.
You got us pegged wrong, my circle don’t fit in with squares
I smell shit and piss, know where it’s coming from
You stepped on number two just to be number one
Now I’ma step on you, bring it to yo yard
Bogart for ours, we go hard
You frauds just blow hard like broads, I coast guard the west
I’m Mozart, I compose dark shit with no heart....
[Yelawolf]
I got no Jim Beam in the liver
Getting head like clean clippers,
With haters on my dick like a jeans zipper
When I throw up 16's like I drink liquor
You think you seen sick? Well, bitch, you ain’t seen sicker
than a cracker that’ll hop around in a hospital gown
Popping the trunk, my pumper stay cocking the rounds
I shit logs and I piss river brown...
Cause I drink creek water and spit the river Nile
And that’s as close as I get to a pyramid
Shit, they think I’m Illuminati, so f-ckin’ ignorant
Sick with a grin, here with this pen, so innocent
But when you win, they say you a sin, but in the end
They jump on the bandwagon and dance to the band playing
Skinny-ass pants sagging, it’s only yourself you playing
Call me a clown, but you love what the clown’s sanging
And the freakshow’s at the county carnival then you payin’
Bitch, I’m on a trapeze with no legs in the dark
Yelling “Go Shady” driving slower than an old lady
In an old ’89, no piece if you pay me
Gimme peace sign on my grill, no Mercedes
I’m getting paid for these shows that I throw lately
Same shows a year ago woulda broken most of you crazies
They call me crazy cause I made it....
Bitch, you crazy cause you quit, look at my clique lately
You ain’t f-cking wit’ Budden, you ain’t got no choice with Royce
You don’t wanna see the Crooked I, well, listen to Ortiz voice
That dirt road hit the 8 Mile, the point 0 (.0) boys
And if Marshall want me to clap, then homie, I deploy
Game over !
[Eminem]
Yo, I don’t think they heard you, tell ‘em again
[Yelawolf]
Game over
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