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my mic up
my mic up

(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

Know when the cats get
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get ass kicked, pow!
while I shit on your crown
Skip town grounds will appear on the 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 really want that when I growl
Let me come let me and mop up the knock offs
I pop off I never stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you better lock (Pause)
The wanna eat, be by they lockjaws
No need to cook up the coke, you see me 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 song, I'mma have these niggas nervous
And clipping they 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 shook banging on retail until they cripple
See I cook I'm slanging a weed sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and 'em like females
Oh see well, these niggas already know the way that I fuck up, minus the details
The case is shut, bitch remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach down like she was a basement
Swell up this like I'm sticking sticks 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 niggas neck a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda me having a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
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 chasing a 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 while I spit live wire, this shit 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
certain this shit splatters click paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split apart it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and they know that a classic
And the way going you could easily get your ass kicked
See, me and together we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna
I'm a crazy Israeli, bastards
While I bite the beat up put the 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 you protect your child
And I been out so long niggas is asking if the hook has died, naw
But the is fried

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

a light contagiousness to this tirade
It might make you sick
So irate with this my brain is just like a fucking egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) minded
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 memoir saying bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive
And drive straight through the gay pride parade
Cause here I- wait, did the just pee on my leg?
And should I it as a sign? Maybe I'll take em back in the times (Shady)
out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention away from my stinking it was bringing
Changed the whole complexion of the game, but just in you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, wasting your ink then
So if this is any indication of you may be facing
You make a distinction cause you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck making a bad
That's the worst impersonation I've seen and
Who raps nasally, hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds like he may need some FLO, nasally
kind of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham
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 ass down faggot
See me on a I'm running for class clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm just a
To come fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode a campaign
To have every on a fucking rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so let's get
And up the next day with the room 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, don't make me go it back to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech radio 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 when Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down 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, everything sucks, the next 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 never gets
I'm so of self-esteem that I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, steady on the left,
Step off of it or you get stepped on
as commercial as my fucking leo jet
Jealously'll get you as as a Chia Pet
I can see that you're upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of hearing a world of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get ass shaking
Jump around, jump, jump, to hit you with a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach better get them get arms and freaking hands flailing
Jump 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 fuck about
Like Stan mailing his last piece of fan
Before he ran straight the damn railing

Chill, man,