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2 0 Boys (Feat Joell Ortiz Joe Budden Crooked I Yelawolf)
- Eminem
Ryan's a homicidal misfit
I write the solution to biophysics
On the side of a cliff in some hieroglyphics
This my admission to having violent 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 a**
Before I bite your sh*t
Pause inhaling hella kush
Us and Yelawolf like a heavy foot gas pedal push
Felons crooks going door-to-door
Like we selling books
Dolly Parton style melons mushed
Now my b**ch a dancer
I'm about as sick as cancer
If you could swallow my style
You'd probably rip your pants off
If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody
It probably will smell like cologne
Made out of bits of panther
They call me Anchorman I hold down the ship
Leave you niggas floating in water
Then go and drown a fish
F**k I'm f**king heinous
I make you f**king famous
Them lead showers is coming f**k is you saying
F**k it's f**king raining
Sh*t there's lightning
B**ch it's thundering cause
I'm hustling up a storm if you wondering Sh*t (Sh*t)
You couldn't muster up enough thought
To take a dump during a brain fart
Jump if you want
Urine in your face all you had to do was say
That you wish you would've just stayed
Pissed off in the first place
We came to monopolize the game
Illuminati is here
Yeah human oddities at odds with us
Your squad's gotta be
Cause we started out cold in a snowball
We froze
Soon as we rolled up on these hoes
All's we know
Is y'all lowered like bar like limbo
You know who you are
So quit f**king the dog 'fore
We start calling you bizarre
Sh*t screw the pooch Y'all done raped a pit bull
Fell in love with the shih-tzu
This missile's directed directly at you
And this for these hoes who don't know me
From a can of paint
You must be huffing f**k a ball sack
If the taints can't
Take you on a date
You mistake me for a gentleman
You 2000 and late man
And Will I ain't I'm the bad guy
Type of guy that will drag five girls up on stage
Pour ice in their pants
And the first one who pees gets a black eye
Must be outta your mind
You think you f**king with us
Suck on these nuts
B**ch hang it up this game is over
Puffin' loosies
Watching I Love Lucy with Gary Busey (Crazy )
How the f**k 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 trying to slay me
Everything you kick weak
Your spit kung fughesi (Hi-ya )
All my homeboys 2 0 Boys
Nickle I just picked up a Phantom
Look how it rolls Royce
Even if I wanted 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 pussies
Don't ask what we came for
I write 'til my right arm veins sore
Forearm feel like Thor's arm in a gang war
You hear that (YAOWA)
You know who final 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
Jets and movers cesspoolers 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 Nayhood big in the 'jects G
Cheated death multiple times
Without rigging the deck
So I'm well-prepped if you just want war
There will be blood everywhere
You be laying on the Louboutin floor
It's raw
You keep in acting like you don't know Mouse ni**a
And you gong need the best doctors House ni**a
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 niggas ain't never seen stock
I don't need the key to the game
I pick a mean lock
Must be outta your mind
You think you f**king with us
Suck on these nuts
B**ch hang it up this game is over
Take off
You invited inside of the mind of a psychotic rhymer
I'm kind of a (Dahmer ) I'm grinding up rappers
I'm linin' 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
(The gold hand) 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 sh*t and piss
Know where it's coming from
You stepped on number two just to be number one
Now I'm a step on you bring it to yo' yard
Bogart for arts we go hard
You frauds just blow hard like broads
I coast guard the west
I'm Mozart I compose dark sh*t with no heart
I got no Jim Beam in the liver
Getting head like clean clippers
With haters on my **** like a jeans zipper
When I throw up 16's like I drink liquor
You think you seen sick
Well b**ch 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 sh*t 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
Sh*t they think I'm Illuminati
So f**king 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-a** pants sagging
It's only yourself you playing
Call me a clown
But you love where the clown's hanging
And the freak show's at the county carnival
Then you paying
B**ch 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
Would a broken most of you crazies
They call me crazy 'cause I made it
B**ch you crazy 'cause you quit
Look at my clique lately
You ain't f**king with 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-Oh Boys
And if Marshall want me to clap
Then homie I deploy
Game over
Yo I don'think thy heard you tell them again
Game over