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my mic up
my mic up

(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down
(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 on your crown
Skip town grounds will appear on the 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 making them skip with
Art, you don't really want when I growl
Let me come let me and mop up the knock offs
When I pop off I stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you better lock (Pause)
The wolves eat, be by they lockjaws
No need to cook up the coke, you see me raw
And if you ain't enough
in the fat fishes of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back with the and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma these niggas nervous
And clipping they nails and dribbling in
And nibble like sunflower seed shell
See these 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 retail until they
See I like I'm slanging a weed sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and '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 down like she was a basement fuck
Swell up shit like I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake up
these niggas 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 in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing keeping over 'em
Until I'm 'em stuck
I got 'em happier than a in a park chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, niggas be chasing 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
more fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I light up shit that I
I worshiping Gods, look around
It's certain this shit splatters click that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn't (rip)
Your up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
'em and they know that it's a classic
And the way it's going you could easily get ass kicked
See, me and together we're crazy
Like a bomb and a rabies cake like a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
Like I'm a Israeli, bastards
While I bite the beat up put the 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 protect child
And I blacking out so long niggas is asking 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, calm down
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, black out

a light contagiousness to this tirade
It might make you sick
So irate with this my brain is just like a fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) minded
But go through such a wide range of emotion
That my has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I just pulled up in Clive driveway
With his personal memoir saying bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" arrive naked
And drive straight through the gay pride Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause I- wait, did the world just pee on my leg?
And should I 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 attention away from my stinking it was bringing
the whole complexion of the game, but just in case you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're wasting your ink
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 of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think play was this weekend?
You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down
See me on a ballot? I'm for class clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party, me and starting a campaign
To have every campus on a rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so get smashed
And wake up the next day the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, splashed on the lampshades
But this up for debate, this is undebatable
for president, ho, don't make me go take it back to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I fell asleep on the wake up show
you telling me, fools? I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down a sick pet
You're fucking with dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in of my computer all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, everything sucks, the next song"
Guess if I out your freaking 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
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,
Once you went into the house of pain hearing a of hurt so
around, jump, jump, get that 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 hands
Jump Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind
More of success than I am of failure
So what that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a fuck nothing
Like Stan mailing his last of fan mail
he ran straight into the damn railing

Chill, man,