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(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) Fuck it, niggas!
Oh my

Know when the cats get
Sprinkle the ash, get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown 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 dropping them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making skip with thou
Art, you don't really want that I growl
Let me come let me and mop up the knock offs
I pop off I never stop, cause
What we do? through, you better lock doors (Pause)
The wolves eat, be by they lockjaws
No to cook up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you have enough
What in the fat fishes of a Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back with the and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma these niggas nervous
And clipping nails and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them like sunflower shell
See these got my weight up heavy like three whales
And I on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell into the weed smell
your tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
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 triple gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em like
Oh see well, these niggas know the way that I fuck shit up, minus the details
The is shut, your bitch remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach down like she was a fuck
Swell up this shit like I'm sticking in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully niggas up
Ragdolling niggas and attack them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the while I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing over '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 funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be lacing them up boots when I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit wire, 'til this shit circling back around
With more fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the
I light up shit that I toss
I worshiping Gods, look around
It's certain this shit splatters click paint make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn't (rip)
Your up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and they know that a classic
And the way it's going you could get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady together we're
Like baking a and a rabies cake 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 crazy Israeli,
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 blacking out so long 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, calm down
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, out nigga

There's a contagiousness to this tirade
It just might you sick
So irate with this my brain is just a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) minded
But go such a wide range of this emotion
That my rage has gotta squeeze through it
I just up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his personal memoir he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then naked
And drive straight through the gay parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the just pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe I'll take em back in the (Shady)
Stuck out like a thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention from my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the whole complexion of the game, but just in case you was
An inkling of the kingpin, you're crazy, you're wasting your ink then
So if is any indication of what you may be facing
You better make a distinction cause you fake
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck a bad impression
That's the worst I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds like he may some FLO, nasally speaking?
kind of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham
Other than your husband's fucking 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 ballot? I'm running for class
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a
To have every campus on a rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so get smashed
And wake up the next day the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshades
But ain't up for debate, this is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, don't me go take it back to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech radio I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the wake up
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was living
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still boobs
Me and Bus put it down like a pet
You're fucking with vets dawg, fucking internet
"I sit in front of my computer all day and on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I 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, never 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 on soft
Bout as as my fucking leo jet
Jealously'll get you as as a Chia Pet
I can see that visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of pain hearing a of hurt so
around, jump, jump, get that ass shaking
Jump around, jump, jump, came to hit you with a fan
But if you too fly for coach better get them get them arms and freaking flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and pray for a damn
afraid of success than I am of failure
So what that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a about nothing
Like Stan his last piece of fan mail
he ran straight into the damn railing

Chill, man,