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(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(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 on your 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 classics, flip now
Bitches I'm them skip with thou
Art, you don't really that when I growl
Let me let me come and mop up the knock offs
I pop off I never stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you better doors (Pause)
The wanna eat, be by they lockjaws
No need to up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you ain't enough
in the fat fishes of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is on? Back with the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have niggas nervous
And clipping nails and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them like sunflower shell
See these skills got my weight up heavy three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell into the weed
Nigga your tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on
Talking, I'm sick and I got them banging on retail until they cripple
See I cook I'm slanging a weed sale
And I gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em like females
Oh see well, these already know the way that I fuck shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your bitch remind me of my replacement but of an ancient slut
Her stomach like she was a basement fuck
up this shit like I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I wake niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing keeping over 'em
Until I'm leaving 'em
I got 'em than 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 boots when 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 melt the brake's surface, and back the
While I up shit that I toss
I worshiping Gods, look around
It's certain this shit splatters click paint that'll 'em scatter
the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a
Break 'em and they that 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 like a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
Like I'm a Israeli, bastards
While I the beat 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 I'm hoping you protect your 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, calm down
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, black out

There's a light contagiousness to this
It just might you sick
So irate with this my brain is just like a fucking egg
Is my scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go such a wide range of this emotion
That my rage has gotta squeeze it sideways
I just pulled up in Davis' driveway
With his personal saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And straight through the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause 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 gave em the
To take the away from my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the whole 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 you may be facing
You better make a distinction cause you fake
Are a bad taste, fuck making a bad impression
That's the impersonation I've ever seen and
Who nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds like he may need some FLO, speaking?
What of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other than your husband's brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend?
You ain't the Slim Shady, sit your ass down faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm running for class
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm just a
To come fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode a campaign
To have campus on a fucking rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so let's get
And wake up the next day with the trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne on the lampshades
But this ain't up for debate, this is
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 wake up
Fuck you telling me, I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still boobs
Me and Bus put it down a sick pet
You're fucking with vets dawg, fucking internet
"I sit in of my computer all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, everything sucks, the next song"
if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot prick
With Biggie and kicked the 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 that I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, steady on the left,
Step off of it or you get stepped on
Bout as commercial as my leo jet
Jealously'll get you as as a Chia Pet
I can see that visibly upset, dawg
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
like Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind
More of success than I am of failure
So does that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a about nothing
Like Stan mailing his piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the damn

Chill, man,