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

Know the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I on your crown
Skip town grounds will 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 with
Art, you really want that when I growl
Let me come let me come and mop up the offs
When I pop off I stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you lock doors (Pause)
The wolves eat, be by they lockjaws
No to cook up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you have enough
in the fat fishes of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? with the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have these nervous
And they nails and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them like seed shell
See these got my weight up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell into the 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 cripple
See I cook like I'm slanging a sale
And I gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em like females
Oh see well, these niggas already know the way that I fuck up, minus the details
The case is shut, your bitch remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient
Her stomach down like she was a basement
Swell up this like I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas and them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break niggas 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 than a child in a park chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, niggas be chasing they
I be lacing them up like boots I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit live wire, 'til this shit circling back
With more fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and the sound
While I light up shit that I
I quit worshiping Gods, around
It's certain this shit click paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit it doesn't matter (rip)
head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and they know that a classic
And the way going you could easily get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me 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 and I'm putting my feet up
Back to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you protect child
And I been blacking out so long niggas is asking if the has died, naw
But the is fried

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

There's a light to this tirade
It just might you sick
So with this my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through such a wide range of emotion
That my has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I pulled up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his personal memoir he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight through the gay pride parade
Cause here I- wait, did the just pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a Maybe I'll take em back in the times (Shady)
Stuck out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the
To the attention away from my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the whole complexion of the game, but just in case you was
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 distinction you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck making a bad
That's the worst impersonation I've ever and
Who nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds like he may need FLO, nasally speaking?
kind of stupid 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 real Slim Shady, sit your ass faggot
See me on a I'm running for class clown
democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode a campaign
To every campus on a fucking rampage
Act my goddamn I am eight, so let's 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
Sway and Tech radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the wake up
you telling me, fools? I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still boobs
Me and Bus put it like 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, sucks, play the next song"
if I hopped out your 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 self-esteem 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
get you as green as a Chia Pet
I can see that visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of pain a world 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 flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and pray for a tailwind
afraid of success than I am of failure
So what does that ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a fuck about
Like Stan mailing his piece of fan mail
he ran straight into the damn railing

Chill, man,