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(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm nigga
(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 shit on crown
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 them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making them skip with
Art, you don't really want that when I
Let me let me come and mop up the knock offs
When I pop off I stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you lock doors (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by lockjaws
No need to up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you ain't have
What in the fat of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have niggas nervous
And they nails and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them like seed shell
See skills 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 weed
And I triple and whoop 'em and drag 'em like females
Oh see well, these niggas already 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 wake niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas and them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break niggas neck 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 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 boots when I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit live wire, this shit circling back around
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 that'll 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn't (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bullets than a boulder
Break 'em and they know it's a classic
And the way it's you could easily get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady together we're
baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
Like I'm a Israeli, bastards
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 your
And I been blacking out so long is asking if the hook has died, naw
But the beat is

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

There's a light contagiousness to this
It just might make you
So irate this my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow
But go through such a wide of this emotion
That my rage has gotta through it sideways
I just pulled up in Davis' driveway
With his memoir saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive through the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause I- wait, did the world 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 thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the 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 indication of what you may be
You better make a distinction you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck a bad impression
That's the worst I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, crazily
But sounds like he may need FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of stupid is that?
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend?
You the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm running for class
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode a campaign
To every campus on a fucking rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so get smashed
And wake up the next day with the trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne on the lampshades
But ain't up for debate, this is undebatable
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 me, fools? I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes when 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 expert on everything, everything sucks, the next song"
Guess if I hopped out freaking laptop, you idiot prick
With Biggie and kicked the living out of you, I'd be dead wrong
Son of God I'm not soft like a wet log, force never gets
I'm so full of that I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, steady on the left,
Step off of it or you get on soft
as commercial as my fucking leo jet
Jealously'll get you as green as a Pet
I can see that you're upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
you went into the house of pain hearing a world of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get ass shaking
Jump around, jump, jump, came to hit you with a fan
But if you too fly for coach better get them get them arms and hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and pray for a tailwind
More of success than I am of failure
So what does that ya?
That on a grand I don't give a fuck about nothing
Like Stan his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight the damn railing

Chill, man,