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my mic up
my mic up

(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) Ayo, down 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!
while I shit on your crown
Skip 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 I growl
Let me come let me come and mop up the offs
When I pop off I never stop,
What we do? Come through, you better doors (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by they
No need to cook up the coke, you see me raw
And if you ain't enough
What in the fat of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
is going on? Back with the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma these niggas nervous
And clipping they nails and dribbling in
And nibble them sunflower seed shell
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 shook on retail until they cripple
See I cook like I'm slanging a sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and 'em like 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 replacement but kind of an ancient
Her stomach down she was a basement fuck
Swell up shit like I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I wake niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack them apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break niggas like a bracelet, fuck
kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All and racing keeping over 'em blacking
Until I'm 'em stuck
I got 'em than a child in a park chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a it's funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be lacing them up boots 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 brake's surface, and the sound
While I up shit that I toss
I worshiping Gods, look around
It's this shit splatters click paint that'll make 'em scatter
the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and they know that a classic
And the way it's going you could easily get your ass
See, me and together 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
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 my feet up
Back to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you protect 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, down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, black out

a light contagiousness to this tirade
It just make you sick
So irate with this my brain is just like a fried egg
Is my scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through such a wide range of emotion
That my rage has gotta squeeze 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 straight through the gay pride parade
Cause here I- wait, did the world pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe take em back in the times (Shady)
Stuck out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the
To the attention away from my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the whole complexion of the game, but in case you was thinking
An of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're wasting your ink then
So if this is any of what you may be facing
You make a distinction cause you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck making a bad
That's the worst impersonation I've ever and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes
But sounds like he may some FLO, nasally 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 running for class
democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode a campaign
To have campus on a fucking rampage
Act my age? I am eight, so let's get smashed
And wake up the next day with the room trashed, covered in
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the
But this ain't up for debate, is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, don't me go take it back to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech radio when I was taking so much and LSD
I almost asleep on the wake up show
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was shock
Raising hell up in when Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down like a pet
You're fucking with vets dawg, fucking 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 out your freaking laptop, you idiot prick
With Biggie and kicked the shit out of you, I'd be dead wrong
Son of God I'm not like a wet log, force never gets clogged
I'm so full of self-esteem I sweat 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 as a Chia Pet
I can see that you're upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of hearing a world of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get that ass
Jump around, jump, jump, to hit you with a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach better get them get arms and freaking hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and for a damn tailwind
More afraid of than I am of failure
So does that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I give a fuck about nothing
Like Stan mailing his last of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the damn

Chill, man,