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

Know when the get down
the ash, you'll get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown 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 dropping them classics, now
Bitches I'm them skip with thou
Art, you really 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 wanna eat, be by they lockjaws
No to cook up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you ain't enough
What in the fat fishes of a phenomenal
Fuck is going on? Back with the beat and the raps is
Bang on song, I'mma have these niggas nervous
And clipping they nails and in wetness
And nibble them like sunflower 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 until they cripple
See I cook like I'm slanging a weed
And I gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em like females
Oh see well, niggas already 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 this shit like I'm sticking sticks in gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully niggas 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
kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing keeping 'em blacking
Until I'm leaving 'em
I got 'em happier than a child in a park a duck
I'm chasing a buck 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, this shit circling 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 worshiping Gods, look
It's certain this shit splatters 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 know it's a classic
And the way it's going you could get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady together crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a pastry (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 beat up put the in a heater
I'm chopping your foot off now it's and I'm putting my feet up
to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you protect your 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 nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) em, black out nigga

a light contagiousness to this tirade
It just might make you
So irate with my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) minded
But go such a wide range of this emotion
my rage has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I just pulled up in Clive driveway
his personal memoir saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight through the gay pride Yippee-Ki-Yay
here I- wait, did the world just pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe I'll take em in the times (Shady)
Stuck out like a sore thumb, so I em the finger
To take the attention 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, you're crazy, wasting your ink then
So if this is any indication of what you may be
You better make a cause you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, making a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation ever seen and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes
But sounds like he may need FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of question is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham
Other than your fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend?
You ain't the real Shady, sit your 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 starting a
To have every 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, in Band-Aids
Glass smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshades
But this 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 radio I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I fell asleep on the wake up show
Fuck you telling me, I was living shock
Raising hell up in when Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
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 your laptop, you idiot prick
With Biggie and kicked the living shit out of you, I'd be dead
Son of God I'm not soft a wet log, force never gets 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 as my fucking leo jet
Jealously'll get you as as a Chia Pet
I can see you're visibly 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 a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach better get them get them arms and freaking flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and pray for a tailwind
More afraid of success than I am of
So what does that ya?
on a grand scale I don't give a fuck about nothing
Like Stan mailing his last piece of fan
Before he ran straight into the damn

Chill, man,