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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, down nigga
(Steady on the left) it, blackout 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 dropping them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making them skip with
Art, you don't want that when I growl
Let me come let me and mop up the knock offs
When I pop off I stop, cause
What we do? through, you better 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 enough
What in the fat of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back with the beat and the is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have niggas nervous
And clipping they nails and in wetness
And nibble like sunflower seed shell
See skills got my weight up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels the speakers fell into the weed smell
Nigga your tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook banging on retail they cripple
See I like I'm slanging a weed sale
And I triple gram and 'em and drag 'em like females
Oh see well, these 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 this like I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack them apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking I break niggas neck 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 over 'em
Until I'm 'em stuck
I got 'em happier than a in a park chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a it's funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be lacing up like boots when I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit live wire, 'til this shit circling back
With more fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the
While I light up shit that I
I quit worshiping Gods, look
It's certain this shit splatters click paint make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split apart it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and they that it's a classic
And the way going you could easily get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies like a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
I'm a crazy Israeli, bastards
While I the beat up put the sparker in a heater
I'm chopping your foot off now it's mine and I'm 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 if the hook has died, naw
But the is fried

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

There's a contagiousness to this tirade
It just might you sick
So with this my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through such a wide range of this
That my rage has gotta squeeze it sideways
I just up in Clive Davis' driveway
his personal memoir saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then naked
And drive through the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the just pee on my leg?
And I take 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 the attention away from my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the whole complexion of the game, but just in you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're your ink then
So if is any indication of what you may be facing
You better a distinction cause you fake imitations
Are a bad taste, fuck making a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation I've ever and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes
But sounds he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of question is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this
You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit ass down faggot
See me on a I'm running for class clown
democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode a campaign
To have every campus on a fucking
Act my age? I am eight, so let's get smashed
And up the next day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, 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 when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the wake up
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was shock
hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down like a 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"
if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot prick
With 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 self-esteem that I fog
Yes, yes y'all, steady on the left,
off of it or you get stepped on soft
Bout as as my fucking 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 that ass
Jump around, jump, jump, came to hit you 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 I am of failure
So what does tell ya?
That on a grand I don't give a fuck about nothing
Like Stan mailing his piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the damn

Chill, man,