conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called 2.0 Boys with the following description: The talented Slaughterhouse quadruplet of Royce Da 5'9", Joell Ortiz, Joe Budden, and Crooked I come together with Yelawolf and Slim Shady himself for a posse cut built for Rap Genius to reverse-engineer
  The title is a reference to the fact that Em’s label Shady Records recently revamped their roster. They dumped unsuccessful acts like Stat Quo and Bobby Creekwater, and are rebooting with Slaughterhouse and Yelawolf
  
  Produced by Yelawolf’s in-house producer, Will Power. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Eminem, 
  Royce da 5'9"
  ]
  Oh!
  Told you, (
  Uh
  ), game over
  [Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
  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 bits 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?
  [Verse 2: Eminem]
  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 [Chorus: Eminem]
  Must be outta your mind
  You think you fucking with us
  Suck on these nuts, bitch, hang it up
  This game is over
  [Verse 3: Joell Ortiz]
  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, 2.0 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 [Verse 4: Joe Budden]
  Jets and movers, cesspoolers, meth abusers (Uh)
  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 carpool
  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
  [Chorus: Eminem]
  Must be outta your mind
  You think you fucking with us
  Suck on these nuts, bitch, hang it up
  This game is over [Verse 5: Crooked I]
  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
  [Verse 6: Yelawolf]
  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
  [Outro: Eminem & 
  Yelawolf
  ]
  Yo, I don't think they heard you, tell 'em again
  Game over!