2.0 Boys Lyrics - Eminem

Ryan's a homocidal misfit 

I write the solution of biophysics 

On the side of a cliff and some hieroglyphics 

This my admission to having violence psychotic 

With the vile polish 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 bite ya shit 

Pause, inhale hell n 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 niggas floating in water and go and drown a fish 

fuck I'm fucking heinous, I'll make you fucking famous 

Them lead showers is coming, fuck is you sayin' 

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Fuck, it's fucking raining, shit, it's lightening 

Bitch, its thundering, cause I'm hushing up I'm a storm if you wonderin' 

Shit, you could muster up a thought, to take a toter? and a brain fart 

Want urine in your face, all you had to do was say it 

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 fucking the dark before we start callin' you bizaare 

Shit screw the boots, ya'll dun raped a pitbull 

Fell in love with Shih-tzu 

This is 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 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 

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You must be outta ya mind 

You think you fucking with us 

Suck on these nuts 

Bitch hang it up, this game is over 

Puffing 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 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 wanted to quit, I ain't got no choice 

s 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 pussy'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 

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, G 

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, 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 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 

You must be outta ya mind 

You think you fucking with us 

Suck on these nuts 

Bitch hang it up, this game is over 

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 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 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 fuckin' 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 fucking 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