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

Know when the cats get
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get ass kicked, pow!
Frown I shit on your 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 traffic dropping classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making them with thou
Art, you really want that when I growl
Let me come let me and mop up the knock offs
I pop off I never stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you lock doors (Pause)
The wanna eat, be by they lockjaws
No need to cook up the coke, you see me raw
And if you ain't have
What in the fat of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on song, I'mma have these niggas nervous
And they nails and dribbling in wetness
And them like sunflower seed shell
See these got my weight up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers into the weed smell
Nigga your tree fell, see how Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook banging on retail until they
See I cook I'm slanging a weed sale
And I triple gram and 'em and drag 'em like females
Oh see well, these niggas already know the way that I fuck shit up, the details
The case is shut, your bitch me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach down like she was a fuck
Swell up this like I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the while I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me having a case in the and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and keeping over 'em blacking
I'm leaving 'em stuck
I got 'em than a child in a park chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, niggas be chasing luck
I be lacing them up like boots I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit live wire, this shit circling back around
With fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the sound
I light up shit that I toss
I quit Gods, look around
It's certain this shit click paint that'll make 'em scatter
the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a
'em and they know that it's a classic
And the way it's going you could easily get your ass
See, me and Shady we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a pastry bitch (we sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
I'm a crazy Israeli, bastards
While I bite the beat up put the sparker in a
I'm chopping foot off now it's mine and I'm putting my feet up
to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you protect your child
And I been blacking out so long niggas is asking if the has died, naw
But the beat is

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

a light contagiousness 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) minded
But go through such a wide of this emotion
That my rage has squeeze through it sideways
I pulled up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his personal saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then naked
And drive straight through the gay pride parade
Cause here I- wait, did the world just pee on my
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe I'll take em back in the (Shady)
Stuck out like a thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention away from my stinking it was bringing
Changed the whole complexion of the game, but in case you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, wasting your ink then
So if is any indication of what you may be facing
You better make a distinction cause you imitations
Are a bad taste, fuck making a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation ever seen and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes
But sounds he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of stupid is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham
than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend?
You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down
See me on a I'm running for class clown
democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate
To come fuck up the party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To have every campus on a rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so let's get
And wake up the next day with the trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne on the lampshades
But ain't up for debate, this is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, make 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 asleep on the wake up show
you telling me, fools? I was living 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 vets dawg, internet bloggers
"I sit in of my computer all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, everything sucks, the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you prick
Biggie 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 gets
I'm so full of self-esteem that I fog
Yes, yes y'all, steady on the left,
off of it or you get stepped on soft
Bout as commercial as my leo jet
Jealously'll get you as green as a Pet
I can see that you're visibly upset,
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of hearing a world of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get that ass
Jump around, jump, jump, came to hit you a fan favorite
But if you too fly for better get them get them arms and freaking hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and pray for a damn
More afraid of success I am of failure
So what does tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a fuck nothing
Like Stan mailing his last piece of fan
Before he ran straight into the damn

Chill, man,