Eminem, Yelawolf, Slaughterhouse - 2.0 Boys lyrics

Ryan's a homicidal misfit
I write the solution of biophysics
On the side of a cliff in some hieroglyphics
This my admission to having
Violent psychotic wit
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 your shit, 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 bitch a dancer
I'm about as sick as cancer
If you could swallow my style
You'd probably rip your pants up
If you could bottle my style
And sell it to somebody


It probably will smell like cologne made
Out of bit's of panther
They call me anchorman, I hold down the ship
Leave you niggas floating in water
Then go and drown a fish
Fuck, I'm fucking heinous
I make you fucking famous
Them lead showers is coming
Fuck is you saying?

Fuck! It's fucking raining
Shit! There's lightning, bitch!
It's thundering 'cause I'm cussing up
A storm if you wondering, shit!
Shit! You couldn't muster up enough thought
Just take a dump during a brain fart, chump
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 the bar like limbo
You know who you are
So quit fucking the dog before
We start calling you Bizarre
Shit, screw the pooch
Y'all done raped a pitbull
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, fuck 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 fucking with us
Suck on these nuts, bitch, hang it up
This game is over

Puffin' loosies
Watching "I Love Lucy" with Gary Busey
Crazy, how the fuck 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 spit kung fugazi
All my homeboys, 20 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 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 moiss
Bang bang, bang bang, House Gang, chainsaw
Here to kill you pussies
Don't ask what we came for
I write until my right arm veins sore
Forearm feel like Thor's arm in a gang war
You hear that? Yaowa
You know who finna fall out
Definitively finish you
My fist take 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, TECs
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 neighborhood, 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 keeping acting like
You don't know Mouse, nigga
And you going to need the best doctors
House nigga
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 fucking with us
Suck on these nuts, bitch, 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 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
(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 unlimited 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'mma step on you, bring it to your 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 shit with no heart

I got 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 pump will 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 fucking 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
I'm a freak shows at the county carnival
Then you paying 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
Give me peace sign on my grill, no Mercedes
I'm getting paid for these shows
That I throw lately
Same shows a year ago would have
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 fucking with Budden
You ain't got no choice with Royce
You don't want to 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't think they heard you
Tell 'em again game over!