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my mic up
my mic up

(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) it, blackout niggas!
Oh my

Know when the cats get
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get ass kicked, pow!
Frown I shit on your 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
Bitches I'm making them skip with
Art, you don't really that when I growl
Let me come let me come and mop up the knock
When I pop off I never stop,
What we do? Come through, you lock doors (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by lockjaws
No need to cook up the coke, you see me raw
And if you have enough
in the fat fishes of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back with the beat and the is callous
on another song, I'mma have these niggas nervous
And clipping they and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them like sunflower seed
See these got my weight up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell into the smell
Nigga your 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 sale
And I triple gram and 'em and drag 'em like females
Oh see well, these niggas know the way that I fuck shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, bitch remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach down like she was a basement
Swell up this shit like I'm sticking in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully niggas up
these 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 having a case in the and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and keeping over 'em blacking
Until I'm 'em stuck
I got 'em happier than a child in a park a duck
When I'm chasing a buck funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be lacing them up like boots when I'm they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit wire, 'til this shit circling back around
With more fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the
While I light up that I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, look
It's certain shit splatters click paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split 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 you could easily get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a bitch (we that sick)
Cause I from Haiti, I'm suggesting 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 chopping your foot off now it's mine and I'm putting my up
Back to the and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you protect your child
And I been blacking out so long is asking if the hook has died, naw
But the is fried

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

There's a light contagiousness to this
It might make you sick
So irate with this my is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow
But go through such a wide range of emotion
That my rage has gotta squeeze through it
I just pulled up in Clive driveway
With his personal memoir saying bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, 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 take it as a Maybe I'll take em back in the times (Shady)
out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention away from my face it was bringing
Changed the complexion of the game, but just 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 make a distinction cause you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck a bad impression
That's the impersonation I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes
But sounds like he may some FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of stupid 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 your ass 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 starting a campaign
To have every 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 ain't up for debate, this is
Shady for president, ho, don't make me go take it to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech radio when I was taking so much and LSD
I almost fell on the wake up show
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down a sick 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, everything sucks, the next song"
Guess if I out your freaking laptop, you idiot prick
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 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 upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of pain hearing a world of so
Jump around, jump, jump, get ass shaking
Jump around, jump, jump, came to hit you a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach better get them get them arms and hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and for a damn tailwind
More afraid of than I am of failure
So what that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a fuck about
Stan mailing his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran into the damn railing

Chill, man,