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my mic up
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(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) it, blackout niggas!
Oh my

Know when the get down
the ash, you'll get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I 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
traffic dropping them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making them with thou
Art, you don't really want that when I
Let me come let me come and mop up the offs
When I pop off I never stop,
we do? Come through, you better lock doors (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by lockjaws
No need to up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you ain't have
What in the fat 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 dribbling in
And nibble them like seed shell
See these skills got my up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell into the weed
Nigga tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook banging on until they cripple
See I cook like I'm 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 remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach down she was a basement fuck
Swell up this shit like I'm sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I wake niggas up
Ragdolling these and attack them like 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 truck and drinking 'til I'm
All ratchet and racing keeping 'em blacking
I'm leaving 'em stuck
I got 'em happier than a child in a chasing a duck
When I'm a buck it's funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be them up like boots when I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit live wire, 'til this shit back around
With fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I up shit that I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, around
It's certain this splatters click paint 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 they know it's a classic
And the way it's you could easily get your ass kicked
See, me and together we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies like a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna
Like I'm a Israeli, bastards
While I bite the up put the sparker in a heater
I'm chopping your foot off now mine 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 is asking if the hook has died, naw
But the is fried

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

a light contagiousness to this tirade
It just make 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 rage has squeeze through it sideways
I just pulled up in Clive Davis'
With his personal memoir he's bi
Waving a nine, a sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the world just pee on my
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe take em back in the times (Shady)
Stuck out like a thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention away from my 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, wasting your ink then
So if this is any indication of what you may be
You better make a distinction cause you fake
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck a bad impression
the worst impersonation I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, 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 fucking brains that leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend?
You the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm running for clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm a candidate
To come fuck up the party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To every campus on a fucking rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so let's get
And wake up the next day with the room trashed, covered in
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the
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 Sway and Tech radio when I was taking so NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell on the wake up show
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was shock
Raising hell up in shoes Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down a sick 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 your 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 self-esteem I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, on the left, y'all
Step off of it or you get on soft
as commercial as my fucking leo jet
Jealously'll get you as green as a Pet
I can see that visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of pain hearing a world of so
Jump around, jump, jump, get ass shaking
Jump around, jump, jump, came to hit you 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
afraid of success than I am of failure
So what does that ya?
That on a grand scale I give a fuck about nothing
Stan mailing his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the damn

Chill, man,