Yelawolf - Game Over lyrics

[Royce Da 5'9'] Ryan's a h*mocidal 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 a** before I write ya sh** Pause, inhale hell n kush, us and Yelawolf 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 b**h 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 n***as floating in water and go and drown a fish f** I'm f**ing heinous, I'll make you f**ing famous Them lead showers is coming, f** is you sayin' [Eminem] f**, it's f**ing raining, sh**, it's lightening b**h, its thundering, cause I'm hushing up I'm a storm if you wonderin' sh**, sh** 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 f**ing the dark before we start callin' you bizaare sh** 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', f** a ba**sack if the taints can't take you on a date You mistake me for a gentleman, your 2000 and late man, Will-I-ain't 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 [Hook - Eminem] You must be outta ya mind You think you f**ing with us s** on these nuts b**h hang it up, this game is over [Joell Ortiz] Puffing loosies, watching I Love Lucy with Gary Busey Crazy, how the f** 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 k** 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 Verses keep coming, I should invoice my own voice You should see the kind of a**es that my pole hoist Hoes be like diamonds in your chain, man, so moist Bang bang bang bang, house gang, chainsaw Here to k** you p**y'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 [Joe Budden] 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 d**h 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, n***a And you gon' need the best doctors, house n***a Guard your j**els 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, n***as ain't never seen stock I don't need the key to the game, I pick a mean lock [Hook - Eminem] You must be outta ya mind You think you f**ing with us s** on these nuts b**h hang it up, this game is over [Crooked I] 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 sh** 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 sh** with no heart [Yelawolf] 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**h, 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 co*king the round I sh** 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**, they think I'm Illuminati, so f-ckin' 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 freakshow's at the county carnival then you pay b**h, 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 b**h, you crazy cause you quit, look at my clique lately You ain't f**ing 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 p**no boys And if Marshall want me to clap, then homie, I deploy Game over [Eminem] Yo, I don't think they heard you, tell ‘em again [Yelawolf] Game Over