Bad Meets Evil - 2.0 Boys (feat. Joell Ortiz, Joe Budden, Crooked I, Yelawolf) | Текст песни

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• Bad Meets Evil
• 2.0 Boys (feat. Joell Ortiz, Joe Budden, Crooked I, Yelawolf)

(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 ass before I bite your 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 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
Fuck, I’m fuckin’ heinous, I make you fuckin’ famous
Them lead showers is comin’, fuck is you sayin’?

(Eminem)

Fuck, it’s fuckin’ rainin’! Shit, there’s lightning!
Bitch, it’s thunderin’, ’cause I’m hustlin’ up a storm if you wonderin’
Shit (Shit), 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 fuckin’ the dog ‘fore we start callin’ you bizarre
Shit, 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 huffin’, fuck 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 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 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 keep comin’, 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 night
Comin’ up, never saw light, but never lost sight

(Joe Budden)

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 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, nigga
And you gon’ need the best doctors, House, nigga
Guard your jewels and avoid large tools
‘Cause after I spill you at

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