my mic up my mic up
(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) Fuck it, niggas! Oh my
Know when the get down Sprinkle the ash, you'll get ass kicked, pow! Frown while I 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 dropping them classics, now I'm making them skip with thou Art, you don't really want that when I Let me come let me come and mop up the offs I pop off I never stop, cause What we do? Come through, you better doors (Pause) The wolves eat, be by they lockjaws No need to cook up the coke, you see me raw And if you have enough What in the fat fishes of a phenomenal Fuck is going on? Back with the beat and the raps is Bang on another song, I'mma have niggas nervous And they nails and dribbling in wetness And nibble them like sunflower seed See these skills got my up heavy like three whales And I shit on Ishamels the speakers 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 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, 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 stomach down like she was a fuck Swell up shit like I'm sticking sticks in their gut So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake up Ragdolling these niggas and attack them like in the cut I'm waiting for the taking I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck It's kinda like me a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted All ratchet and racing keeping 'em blacking Until I'm 'em stuck I got 'em happier than a child in a chasing a duck When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, be chasing they luck I be lacing them up like boots when I'm pushing face in the mud (ahh) Missiles I fling I spit live wire, 'til this shit circling back around With more fire for me to the brake's surface, and back the sound I light up shit that I toss I quit worshiping Gods, around It's certain this shit splatters click that'll make 'em scatter Shameful the way I shatter, split shit it doesn't matter (rip) Your up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder '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 together we're Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a bitch (we that sick) Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna I'm a crazy Israeli, bastards While I bite the up put the sparker 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 is fried
(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) Ayo, calm down (Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga (Steady on the left) Fuck em, black out
There's a contagiousness to this tirade It just make you sick So irate with this my brain is just like a fried egg Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) minded But go such a wide range of this emotion That my rage has gotta through it sideways I just pulled up in Clive driveway With his personal memoir he's bi a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked And drive straight through the gay parade Yippee-Ki-Yay Cause here I- wait, did the world just pee on my And should I take it as a sign? I'll take em back in the times (Shady) Stuck out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the To take the away from my stinking face it was bringing Changed the whole complexion of the game, but just in you was thinking An of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're wasting your ink then So if this is any indication of you may be facing You better make a cause you fake imitations Are leaving a bad taste, fuck making a bad the worst impersonation I've ever seen and Who nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes crazily But like he may need some FLO, nasally speaking? kind of stupid question is that? Hey Mrs. Abraham Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you that play was this weekend? You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit your ass faggot See me on a ballot? I'm running for class Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm a candidate To come up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign To every campus 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 ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshades But this ain't up for debate, this is for president, ho, don't make me go take it back to the days of old Where Sway and Tech radio I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD I almost fell asleep on the wake up Fuck you telling me, fools? I was shock Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still 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, everything sucks, play the song" Guess if I hopped out your laptop, you idiot prick With Biggie and kicked the living shit out of you, I'd be dead Son of God I'm not soft like a wet log, force gets 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 as my fucking leo jet get you as green as a Chia Pet I can see that visibly upset, dawg Alert, alert, girl, Once you went into the house of hearing a world of hurt 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 better get get them arms and freaking hands flailing Jump Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind More afraid of success than I am of So what that tell ya? That on a grand scale I don't give a about nothing Like mailing his last piece of fan mail he ran straight into the damn railing
Chill, man,