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my mic up
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(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) it, blackout niggas!
Oh my

Know when the get down
the ash, you'll get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I shit on your
Skip town 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 classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making them skip thou
Art, you don't really want when I growl
Let me come let me and mop up the knock offs
I pop off I never stop, cause
What we do? through, you better 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
What in the fat fishes of a Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? with the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have these niggas
And clipping they and dribbling in wetness
And them like sunflower seed shell
See these skills got my weight up heavy three whales
And I on Ishamels 'til 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 shook banging on retail until they
See I like I'm slanging a weed sale
And I gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em like females
Oh see well, these niggas already know the way I fuck shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your bitch remind me of my but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach like she was a basement fuck
Swell up this shit like I'm sticking in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake up
Ragdolling these niggas and them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the while I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me having a case in the truck and 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing over 'em blacking
I'm leaving 'em stuck
I got 'em happier than a child in a chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, niggas be they luck
I be lacing them up like when I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit live wire, 'til this shit back around
With more fire for me to the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I light up shit that I
I quit Gods, look around
It's certain shit splatters click paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it matter (rip)
Your up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and know that it's a classic
And the way it's going you easily get your ass kicked
See, me and together we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
Like I'm a crazy Israeli,
While I bite the 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 if the hook has died, naw
But the beat is

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

a light contagiousness to this tirade
It might make you sick
So irate 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 has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I just pulled up in Clive Davis'
his personal memoir saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight through the gay parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
here I- wait, did the world just pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe take em back in the times (Shady)
Stuck out like a thumb, so I gave em the finger
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 inkling of replacing the kingpin, crazy, you're wasting your ink then
So if this is any 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, crazily
But like he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of question is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham
Other your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend?
You ain't the Slim Shady, sit your ass down faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm for class clown
democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate
To come fuck up the party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To have campus on a fucking rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so get smashed
And wake up the next day with the room trashed, covered in
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the
But ain't up for debate, this is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, don't make me go it back to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell on the wake up show
you telling me, fools? I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still developing
Me and Bus put it down like a pet
fucking with vets dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in front of my computer all day and on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I hopped out freaking laptop, you idiot prick
With Biggie and the living shit out of you, I'd be dead wrong
Son of God I'm not soft like a wet log, force never clogged
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 green as a Pet
I can see that visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the of pain hearing a world of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get that ass
around, jump, jump, came to hit you with a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach better get them get them arms and freaking hands
Jump like Van Halen, and for a damn tailwind
More afraid of than I am of failure
So what does that ya?
That on a grand scale I don't a fuck about nothing
Like Stan mailing his piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the damn

Chill, man,