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my mic up
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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) it, blackout niggas!
Oh my

Know when the get down
Sprinkle the ash, get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I on your crown
Skip town grounds will on the king cash cow
Do I 'em say 'Wow!', strip, ow, bow
I sit the pound, click, pow
Blow, click, click, pow, pow
traffic dropping them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making them skip thou
Art, you don't really want when I growl
Let me let me come and mop up the knock offs
When I pop off I never stop,
What we do? Come through, you better doors (Pause)
The wolves eat, be by they lockjaws
No need to up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you ain't have
What in the fat of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? with the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma these 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 shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell into the smell
Nigga tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them banging on retail until they cripple
See I cook like I'm slanging a weed
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em like
Oh see well, niggas already know the way that I fuck shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your bitch me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her down like she was a basement fuck
Swell up this like I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I wake niggas up
Ragdolling these and attack them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break niggas neck like a bracelet,
It's kinda like me having a case in the truck and 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing keeping over 'em
Until I'm leaving 'em
I got 'em happier than a child in a chasing a duck
When I'm a buck it's funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be lacing them up like boots when I'm pushing face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit live wire, 'til this shit circling around
With fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I light up shit that I
I worshiping Gods, look around
It's certain this shit splatters click paint make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split apart it doesn't matter (rip)
head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and they know that a classic
And the way going you could easily get your ass kicked
See, me and together we're crazy
Like a bomb and a rabies cake like a pastry bitch (we that sick)
I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
Like I'm a crazy Israeli,
While I bite the up put the sparker in a heater
I'm your foot off now it's mine and I'm putting my feet up
Back to the hood and off to the I'm hoping you protect your child
And I been blacking out so long niggas is if the hook has died, naw
But the is fried

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

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

Chill, man,