EMINEM - 2.0 Boys lyrics

rate me

[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’


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 yazy

All my homeboys, 2.0 boys

Nickle, 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, text 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


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

Then I’ll crack, and then I’ll hop around in a hospital gown

Popping the trunk, my pumper stay cocking the round

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 where the clown’s hanging

And the freakshow’s at the county carnival then you pay

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 porno boys

And if Marshall want me to clap, then homie, I deploy

Game over


Yo, I don’t think they heard you, tell ‘em again


Game over<br />

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Thanks to razvan

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