2.0 Boys (feat. Joell Ortiz, Joe Budden, Crooked I, Yelawolf) (исполнитель: Royce Da 5'9" ft Eminem)
(Royce da 5'9') 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 writin’, but I will stick this pencil in your [bad word] before I bite your [bad word] 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 [bad word] a dancer, I’m ’bout as sick as cancer If you could swallow my style, you’d prob’ly rip your pants off If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody It prob’ly’ll smell like cologne made out of bits of panther They call me Anchorman, I hold down the ship Leave you niggas floatin’ in water, then go and drown a fish [bad word] I’m [bad word] heinous, I make you [bad word] famous Them lead showers [bad word] , [bad word] is you sayin’? (Eminem) [bad word] it’s [bad word] rainin’! [bad word] there’s lightning! [bad word] it’s thunderin’, ’cause I’m hustlin’ up a storm if you wonderin’ [bad word] [bad word] , you couldn’t muster up enough thought To take a dump during a brain [bad word] jump if you want Urine in your face, all you had to do was say That you wish you would’ve just stayed [bad word] 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 [bad word] the dog ‘fore we start callin’ you bizarre [bad word] [bad word] 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 huffin’, [bad word] a ballsack, if the taints cain’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’ll drag five girls up on stage Pour ice in their pants, and the first one who pees gets a black eye (Eminem) Must be outta your mind, you think you [bad word] with us Suck on these nuts, [bad word] hang it up, this game is over (Joell Ortiz) Puffin’ loosies, watchin’ I Love Lucy with Gary Busey (Crazy!) How the [bad word] could you son me? (I’m Shady!) Will there [bad word] 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 (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 [bad word] , 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 finna file out Definitively finish you, my fist stick out that eyeball Piranha mentality wit’ a Jaws bite all [bad word] up, never saw light, but never lost sight (Joe Budden) Jets and movers, cesspoolers, meth abusers You step to us, [bad word] to respect the shooters My men think in sync, roll with the best crew Move to the beat of the same [bad word] without Lex Luger [bad word] to Nayhood, big in the ‘jects, 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 layin’ on the Louboutin floor It’s raw, you keepin’ actin’ like you don’t know Mouse, [bad word] And you gon’ need the best doctors, House, [bad word] Guard your jewels and avoid large tools ‘Cause after I spill you at