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 dick 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