Artist: Eminem f/ Slaughterhouse, Yelawolf Album: 2.0 Boys 12" Song: 2.0 Boys Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Eminem] Ohh! Told you! Game over! [Royce Da 5'9"] Uhh, Ryan's a homicidal misfit I write the solution to biophysics on the side on a cliff in some heiroglyphics This my admission to havin violent psychotic wit Devour polish it, politics By the way I'm higher than the Eiffel Tower tip I like writin but I will stick this pencil in ya ass before I write ya shit Pause, inhalin hella kush Us and Yelawolf like a heavy foot, gas pedal push Felons crooks, goin door to door like we sellin books Dolly Parton style, melons mushed Now my bitch dancer, I'm 'bout as sick as cancer If you could swallow my style you'd probably rip ya pants up If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody it probably'll smell like cologne made out of bits of panther They call me anchor man, I hold down the ship Leave you niggaz floatin in water then go and drown a fish Fuck! I'm fuckin heinous, I'll make you fuckin famous Them lead showers is comin, fuck is you sayin? [Eminem] FUCK, it's fuckin rainin; SHIT, it's lightning BITCH, it's thunderin, cause I'm cussin up a storm if you wonderin Shit, SHIT! You couldn't muster up enough thought to take a dump turd or 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 just why it's gotta be Cause we started out cold and it snowballed, we froze Soon as we rolled up, on these hoes Alls we is know y'all lowered the bar like limbo, you know who you are So quit fuckin the dog 'fore we start callin you Bizarre Shit, screwed the pooch, y'all done raped the Pitbull Fell in love with a 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, fuck a ball sack if your taints can't take you on a date You mistake me for a gentleman, you're 2000-and-late Man I'm will.i.AIN'T! I'm the bad guy, type of guy that'll drag five girls up on stage, pour ice in their pants, and the first one who +Peas+, gets a +Black Eye+! [Chorus: Eminem] Must be out of your mind You think you're fuckin with us Suck on these nuts Bitch hang it up, this game is over [Joell Ortiz] Puffin loosies watchin "I Love Lucy" with Gary Busey - crazy! How the fuck could you son me? I'm Shady! Will there ever come a day where they could slay me? I don't know; fifth month, black and yellow insect, May bee/maybe! 'Til then I kill the bad man tryna slay me E'rything you kick weak, you speak kung fu-gazi All my homeboys, 2.0 boys Nickel 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 comin, I should invoice my own voice You should see the kind of asses that my pole hoists Hoes be like diamonds in your chain mayne, 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 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 agua Piranha mentality with a Jaws bite all night Comin up never saw light but never lost sight [Joe Budden] Jets and movers, cesspool-ers, meth abusers Wish death to us, tecs rugers to respect they shooters My men think in sync, roll with the best crew Must 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 e'rywhere, you'd be layin on the Louboutin floor It's raw, but keep actin like you don't know Mouse nigga And you gon' need the best doctors, House nigga Guard your jewels and avoid large tools Cause after I spill you at the light you'll be in the carpool 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 starin at a picture of Obama's face Talkin funds, niggaz ain't never seen stock I don't need the key to the game, I pick a mean lock [Chorus] [Crooked I] Take off, you invited inside of the mind of a psychotic rhymer I'm kind of a - Dahmer! I'm grindin up rappers, I'm linin up jackers, I'm climbin 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 to 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 unlimited fare You got us pegged wrong, my circle don't fit in with squares I smell shit and piss, know where it's comin from? You stepped on #2, just to be #1 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 Jim Beam in the liver, gettin head like clean clippers With haters on my dick like a jean zipper But 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 Poppin the trunk, my pumper stay cockin 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 fuckin ignorant Shit 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 playin Skinny ass, pants saggin, it's only yourself you're playin Call me a clown but you love what the clown's sayin in them freak shows at the county carnival, then you payin Bitch I'm on a trapeze with no legs in the dark yellin "Go Shady!" Drivin slower than an old lady In an old '89, no piece if you pay me Give me peace sign on my grille, no Mercedes I'm gettin paid for these shows that I throw lately Same shows a year ago would've broken most of you crazy They call me crazy cause I made it Bitch you crazy cause you quit, look at my clique lady! You ain't fuckin with Budden, you ain't got no choice with Royce You don't wanna see the Crooked I, or 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'll deploy Game over! [Marshall] Yo I don't think they heard you, tell 'em again [Yelawolf] Game over! [Marshall] Ha ha