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

Know when the get down
Sprinkle the ash, get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown I shit on your crown
Skip 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 them with thou
Art, you don't want that when I growl
Let me come let me come and mop up the knock
When I pop off I stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you lock doors (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by they
No need to cook up the coke, you see me raw
And if you have enough
in the fat fishes of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back with the beat and the raps is
Bang on another song, I'mma have these niggas
And clipping they nails and in wetness
And nibble them like sunflower seed
See skills got my weight up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell into the 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 gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em like females
Oh see well, these niggas already know the way that I fuck shit up, the details
The case is shut, your bitch remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient
Her stomach down 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 them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing keeping 'em blacking
Until I'm 'em stuck
I got 'em happier than a child in a park chasing a
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 circling back around
With more fire for me to melt the surface, and back the sound
I light up shit that I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, look
It's certain this shit splatters click that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and know that it's a classic
And the way it's going you could easily get your ass
See, me and Shady we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a cake like a pastry bitch (we that sick)
I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna 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 your child
And I been blacking out so niggas is asking if the hook has died, naw
But the is fried

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

There's a light contagiousness to this
It just make you sick
So irate with this my brain is like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through such a range of this emotion
That my has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I pulled up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his personal memoir saying bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then naked
And drive straight through the gay pride Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the world pee on my leg?
And I take it as a sign? Maybe I'll take em back in the times (Shady)
Stuck out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the
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 of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're wasting your ink then
So if this is any of what you may be facing
You better make a cause you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation I've seen and
Who nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes crazily
But like he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of question is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham
Other than your husband's fucking brains that 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 class
democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate
To come fuck up the party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To have every on a fucking rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so let's get
And wake up the next day the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshades
But this up for debate, this is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, don't make me go it back to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost asleep on the wake up show
Fuck you telling me, I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down like a pet
fucking with vets dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in of my computer all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, everything sucks, play the song"
Guess if I hopped out freaking laptop, you idiot prick
Biggie and kicked the living shit out of you, I'd be dead wrong
Son of God I'm not soft like a wet log, force gets clogged
I'm so full of self-esteem that I 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,
you went into the house of pain hearing a world of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get ass shaking
around, jump, jump, came to hit you with 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 tailwind
More afraid of success than I am of
So does that tell ya?
That on a grand I don't give a fuck about nothing
Like Stan mailing his last of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the damn

Chill, man,