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my mic up
my mic up

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

Know when the get down
the ash, you'll get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I shit on crown
town grounds will 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 them classics, flip now
I'm making them skip with thou
Art, you don't really want that when I
Let me let me come and mop up the knock offs
I pop off I never stop, cause
What we do? through, you better lock doors (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by they
No to cook up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you ain't have
What in the fat fishes of a Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back with the and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have these niggas
And clipping they nails and dribbling in
And nibble them like seed shell
See these skills got my weight up heavy like three
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the fell into the weed smell
your 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 like I'm slanging a weed sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em females
Oh see well, these niggas know the way that I fuck shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your bitch remind me of my but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach down she was a basement fuck
Swell up this shit I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I wake niggas up
Ragdolling niggas and attack them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break niggas like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm
All ratchet and racing keeping 'em blacking
Until I'm leaving 'em
I got 'em happier a child in a park chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, niggas be they luck
I be lacing them up like boots when I'm they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling I spit live wire, 'til this shit circling back around
With more for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I light up shit I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, around
It's certain this splatters click paint that'll make 'em scatter
the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn't matter (rip)
Your up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and they know that it's a
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 a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
Like I'm a Israeli, bastards
While I bite the beat up put the in a heater
I'm chopping your foot off now mine and I'm putting my feet up
Back to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you your child
And I been out so long niggas is asking if the hook has died, naw
But the beat is

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

a light contagiousness to this tirade
It just make you sick
So irate this my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) minded
But go through such a wide range of emotion
That my rage has gotta squeeze through it
I just pulled up in Clive Davis'
With his personal memoir saying 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
Cause here I- wait, did the world pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a 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 complexion of the game, but just in case you was
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're wasting ink then
So if this is any indication of what you may be
You better make a cause you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, making a bad impression
That's the impersonation I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, crazily
But sounds like he may need some FLO, speaking?
kind of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that was this weekend?
You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit ass down faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm for class clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode a campaign
To have every on a fucking rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so let's get
And up the next day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, splashed 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 radio 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 up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down a sick pet
You're fucking with vets dawg, internet bloggers
"I sit in front of my all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an on everything, everything sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot
With Biggie and kicked the living shit out of you, I'd be wrong
Son of God I'm not soft like a wet log, force never clogged
I'm so of self-esteem that I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, on the left, y'all
Step off of it or you get stepped on
Bout as commercial as my leo jet
get you as green as a Chia Pet
I can see you're visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of pain hearing a world of so
around, jump, jump, get that ass shaking
Jump around, jump, jump, to hit you with a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach get them get them arms and freaking hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and for a damn tailwind
More of success than I am of failure
So what does tell ya?
on a grand scale I don't give a fuck about nothing
Like Stan mailing his piece of fan mail
he ran straight into the damn railing

Chill, man,