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(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) it, blackout niggas!
Oh my

Know the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I on your crown
Skip town grounds will appear on the king 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 skip with thou
Art, you don't really that when I growl
Let me come let me come and mop up the knock
I pop off I never stop, cause
What we do? through, you better lock doors (Pause)
The wanna eat, be by they lockjaws
No to cook up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you ain't enough
in the fat fishes of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, have these niggas nervous
And clipping they and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them like sunflower seed
See these got my weight up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels the speakers fell into the weed smell
your tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook banging on until they cripple
See I cook I'm slanging a weed sale
And I triple and whoop 'em and drag 'em like females
Oh see well, these niggas already know the way that I fuck shit up, the details
The is shut, your bitch remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach down she was a basement fuck
Swell up this shit I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully niggas up
Ragdolling these and attack them like 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 I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing keeping 'em blacking
Until I'm 'em stuck
I got 'em happier a child in a park chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a buck funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be lacing them up like boots when I'm they face in the mud (ahh)
I fling while I spit live wire, 'til this shit circling back around
With more fire for me to the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I up shit that I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, around
It's certain shit splatters click paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger a boulder
Break 'em and they that it's a classic
And the way it's going you easily get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady together we're
Like baking a bomb and a cake like a pastry bitch (we that sick)
I come from 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 chopping your foot off now it's mine and I'm putting my up
Back to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you your child
And I blacking 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, calm down
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, out nigga

There's a light to this tirade
It just make you sick
So irate with this my brain is just like a fried egg
Is my mind (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go such a wide range of this emotion
my rage 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
Cause here I- wait, did the just pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe I'll take em back in the (Shady)
Stuck out like a thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention away from my stinking face it was
the whole complexion of the game, but just in case you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're 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, making a bad impression
the worst impersonation I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds like he may need some FLO, speaking?
What kind of stupid is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham
than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend?
You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit 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 party, me and Flipmode starting 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 room trashed, covered in
ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshades
But ain't up for debate, this is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, make 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 fell asleep on the up show
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was shock
Raising hell up in shoes Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it like a sick pet
You're fucking with vets dawg, fucking bloggers
"I sit in front of my computer all day and on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, everything sucks, play the song"
Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot
With and kicked the living shit 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 self-esteem that I 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 green as a Pet
I can see you're visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of pain 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 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 I don't give a fuck about nothing
Like Stan his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran into the damn railing

Chill, man,