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

when the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, get your 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
traffic dropping them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making them skip thou
Art, you don't really that when I growl
Let me come let me come and mop up the offs
When I pop off I never stop,
What we do? Come through, you lock doors (Pause)
The wolves eat, be by they lockjaws
No need to cook up the coke, you see me raw
And if you ain't have
in the fat fishes of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have these niggas
And clipping they nails and dribbling in
And them like sunflower seed shell
See these skills got my up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell the weed smell
your tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm and I got them shook banging on retail until they cripple
See I like I'm slanging a weed sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and 'em like females
Oh see well, these already 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 down like she was a basement fuck
Swell up this shit like I'm sticking in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack them apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me having a case in the and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and keeping over 'em blacking
I'm leaving 'em stuck
I got 'em happier than a in a park chasing a duck
I'm chasing a buck it's funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be lacing them up like boots when I'm pushing face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling I spit live wire, 'til this shit circling back around
With more fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and the sound
I light up shit that I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, around
It's certain this shit splatters paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split apart it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bullets than a boulder
'em and they know that it's a classic
And the way it's going you could easily get your ass
See, me and together we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a pastry bitch (we sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna
Like I'm a crazy Israeli,
While I bite the 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 and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you protect your child
And I blacking out so long niggas is asking if the hook 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, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, out nigga

There's a light to this tirade
It just might make you
So irate this my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go such a wide range of this emotion
That my has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I pulled up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his memoir saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive
And drive straight the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
here I- wait, did the world just pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe take em back in the times (Shady)
Stuck out a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention away 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, you're wasting ink then
So if this is any of what you may be facing
You better make a distinction cause you imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck making a bad
That's the worst impersonation I've ever and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, crazily
But sounds like he may need FLO, nasally speaking?
What of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that was this weekend?
You ain't the real Shady, sit your ass down faggot
See me on a I'm running for class clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm a candidate
To come up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To have every campus on a rampage
Act my goddamn I am eight, so let's get smashed
And wake up the next day the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the
But this ain't up for debate, this is
for president, ho, don't make me go take 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 living
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was 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, sucks, play 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, on the left, y'all
Step off of it or you get stepped on
as commercial as my fucking leo jet
Jealously'll get you as green as a Pet
I can see that you're visibly upset,
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the of pain hearing a world of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get that ass
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 like Van Halen, and pray for a damn
afraid of success than I am of failure
So what does tell ya?
That on a grand I don't give a fuck about nothing
Like mailing his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight the damn railing

Chill, man,