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(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) Fuck it, niggas!
Oh my

Know when the get down
Sprinkle the ash, get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I shit on crown
Skip town grounds appear on the king cash cow
Do I 'em say 'Wow!', strip, ow, bow
I sit the pound, click, pow
Blow, click, click, pow, pow
Stop dropping them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making them skip with
Art, you don't want that when I growl
Let me let me come and mop up the knock offs
When I pop off I stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you better doors (Pause)
The wolves eat, be by they lockjaws
No to cook up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you have enough
in the fat fishes of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is on? Back with the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have niggas nervous
And clipping they nails and in wetness
And nibble them like seed shell
See these got my weight up heavy like three whales
And I on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell into the weed smell
Nigga tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got shook banging on retail until they cripple
See I cook I'm slanging a weed sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em like
Oh see well, these niggas already know the way that I fuck shit up, the details
The is shut, your bitch remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her down like she was a basement fuck
Swell up shit like I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake up
Ragdolling niggas and attack them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All and racing keeping over 'em blacking
I'm leaving 'em stuck
I got 'em happier than a child in a park a duck
I'm chasing a buck it's funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be lacing them up like boots I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I live wire, 'til this shit circling back around
With more fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and the sound
While I light up shit I toss
I quit Gods, look around
It's certain this shit splatters click paint that'll make 'em
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn't (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bullets than a boulder
Break 'em and they know that it's a
And the way it's going you easily get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady together we're
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a pastry (we that sick)
Cause I from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
Like I'm a Israeli, bastards
While I the beat up put the sparker in a heater
I'm chopping your foot off now it's mine and I'm my feet up
Back to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you protect your
And I been blacking out so niggas is asking if the hook has died, naw
But the beat is

(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, out nigga

There's a light to this tirade
It just might make you
So irate with my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow
But go such a wide range of this emotion
That my rage has gotta through it sideways
I pulled up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his personal memoir he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then naked
And drive straight through the gay parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
here I- wait, did the world just pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe I'll take em in the times (Shady)
out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention away from my stinking face it was
Changed the whole complexion of the game, but in case you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, crazy, you're wasting your ink then
So if this is any indication of what you may be
You better make a distinction cause you fake
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation ever seen and
Who nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds like he may need FLO, nasally speaking?
What of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham
Other than husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend?
You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit ass down faggot
See me on a I'm running for class clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a
To have campus on a fucking rampage
Act my age? I am eight, so let's get smashed
And wake up the next day with the room trashed, in Band-Aids
ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshades
But this up for debate, this is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, don't me go take it back to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the wake up
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down a sick pet
You're fucking with dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in front of my computer all day and on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot
With and kicked the living shit out of you, I'd be dead wrong
Son of God I'm not soft like a wet log, force never clogged
I'm so full of self-esteem that I fog
Yes, yes y'all, steady on the left,
Step off of it or you get stepped on
Bout as commercial as my leo jet
Jealously'll get you as green as a Pet
I can see you're visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the of pain hearing a world of hurt so
around, jump, jump, get that ass shaking
Jump around, jump, jump, came to hit you with a fan
But if you too fly for coach better get them get them arms and hands flailing
Jump Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind
More afraid of success than I am of
So what does tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a about nothing
Stan mailing his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight the damn railing

Chill, man,