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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 nigga
(Steady on the left) it, blackout niggas!
Oh my

Know when the cats get
Sprinkle the ash, get your ass kicked, pow!
while I shit 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
Stop traffic them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making them skip thou
Art, you don't really want that 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 wolves wanna eat, be by they
No need to up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you ain't have
in the fat fishes of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, have these niggas nervous
And clipping they and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them like sunflower shell
See these skills got my weight up heavy three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the fell into the weed smell
Nigga tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook banging on retail until 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 already know the way that I fuck up, minus the details
The case is shut, your bitch remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient
Her stomach like she was a basement fuck
Swell up this shit like I'm sticking sticks in gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack them apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me having a case in the truck and '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 when 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 surface, and back the sound
While I light up shit that I
I quit worshiping Gods, around
It's certain this shit splatters paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, shit apart it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and know that it's a classic
And the way it's you could easily get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady together we're
Like baking a bomb and a cake like a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
Like I'm a crazy Israeli,
I bite the beat 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 whylin' I'm hoping you your child
And I been blacking out so long niggas is asking if the has died, naw
But the is fried

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

There's a contagiousness to this tirade
It just make you sick
So irate with this my brain is just 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 saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" arrive naked
And drive through the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the world pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe I'll take em back in the (Shady)
Stuck out like a sore thumb, so I em the finger
To take the away from my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the complexion 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 indication of you may be facing
You better make a distinction cause you fake
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck making a bad
That's the worst impersonation ever seen and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes
But like he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of stupid question is
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think play 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 just a
To come fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode a campaign
To have campus on a fucking rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so get smashed
And wake up the day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne on the lampshades
But this up for debate, this is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, don't make me go take it back to the of old
Where Sway and Tech when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost asleep on the wake up show
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was living
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down like a pet
You're with vets 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 hopped out your freaking laptop, you prick
With Biggie and kicked the living 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 that I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, on the left, y'all
off of it or you get stepped on soft
Bout as commercial as my leo jet
Jealously'll get you as as a Chia Pet
I can see that you're visibly upset,
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went the house of pain hearing a world of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get ass shaking
Jump around, jump, jump, to hit you with a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach better get them get them and freaking hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and for a damn tailwind
More afraid of success than I am of
So does that tell ya?
That on a scale I don't give a fuck about nothing
Like Stan mailing his last of fan mail
he ran straight into the damn railing

Chill, man,