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

when the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I shit on crown
town 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 making skip with thou
Art, you don't want that when I growl
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 have enough
What in the fat fishes of a Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is on? Back with the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have these nervous
And clipping they nails and in wetness
And nibble them sunflower seed shell
See skills got my weight up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell the weed smell
Nigga tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got shook banging on retail until they cripple
See I cook like I'm slanging a weed
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em like
Oh see well, these niggas know the way that I fuck shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your 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 wake niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack them like 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 and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All and racing keeping over 'em blacking
Until I'm leaving 'em
I got 'em than a child 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 boots I'm pushing 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 light up that I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, around
It's certain this splatters click paint that'll make 'em scatter
the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bigger than a boulder
'em and they know that it's 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 like a bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
Like I'm a crazy Israeli,
While I bite the beat up put the sparker in a
I'm chopping your off now it's mine 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 beat is

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

There's a light contagiousness to tirade
It just might you sick
So irate with this my is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow
But go through such a wide range of this
That my has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I just pulled up in Clive Davis'
With his personal saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" arrive naked
And drive straight through the gay pride parade
Cause here I- wait, did the world pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign? I'll take em back in the times (Shady)
Stuck out like a sore thumb, so I em the finger
To take the attention away from my stinking face it was
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 of what you may be facing
You make a distinction cause you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation I've 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 than your fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend?
You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down
See me on a ballot? I'm running for clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm just a
To come fuck up the party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To have every campus on a fucking
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so get smashed
And wake up the day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshades
But this ain't up for debate, this is
Shady for president, ho, don't make me go it back to the days of old
Where and Tech radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost asleep on the wake up show
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it like a sick pet
You're fucking with vets dawg, 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 kicked the living shit out of you, I'd be wrong
Son of God I'm not soft like a wet log, force never clogged
I'm so of self-esteem that I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, on the left, y'all
off of it or you get stepped on soft
Bout as commercial as my leo jet
Jealously'll get you as as a Chia Pet
I can see that you're visibly upset,
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you into the house of pain hearing a world of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get that ass
Jump around, jump, jump, to hit you with a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach get them get them arms and freaking hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and for a damn tailwind
More afraid of success I am of failure
So what that tell ya?
on a grand scale I don't give a fuck about nothing
Like Stan mailing his last of fan mail
Before he ran straight the damn railing

Chill, man,