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(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) it, blackout niggas!
Oh my

when the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get 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 traffic dropping them classics, now
Bitches I'm making them skip with
Art, you really want that when I growl
Let me let me come and mop up the knock offs
I pop off I never stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you better lock (Pause)
The wolves eat, be by they lockjaws
No need to up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you have enough
What in the fat of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back with the beat and the raps is
Bang on song, I'mma have these niggas nervous
And clipping they nails and in wetness
And them like sunflower seed shell
See skills got my weight up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels the speakers fell into the weed smell
Nigga your tree fell, see how Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got shook banging on retail until they cripple
See I cook like I'm slanging a sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em females
Oh see well, these niggas already the way that I fuck shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your bitch remind me of my replacement but of an ancient slut
Her stomach down like she was a fuck
Swell up shit 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 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 leaving 'em
I got 'em happier than a child in a park chasing a
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, niggas be they luck
I be them up like boots when I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I live wire, 'til this shit circling back around
With more fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and the sound
While I light up shit I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, look
It's certain this shit splatters click paint that'll '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 it's a
And the way it's going you could easily get ass kicked
See, me and Shady 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 spazz
I'm a crazy Israeli, bastards
While I the beat up put the sparker in a heater
I'm chopping your foot off now mine and I'm putting my feet up
to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you protect your child
And I been blacking out so long is asking if the hook has died, naw
But the beat is

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

There's a light contagiousness to tirade
It just might make you
So irate with my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow
But go through such a wide range of emotion
That my rage has squeeze through it sideways
I just pulled up in Clive driveway
his personal memoir saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then naked
And straight through the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
here I- wait, did the world just pee on my leg?
And should I it as a sign? Maybe I'll take em back in the times (Shady)
Stuck out a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger
To the attention away from 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 indication of you may be facing
You better a distinction cause you fake imitations
Are a bad taste, fuck making a bad impression
That's the worst I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, crazily
But sounds like he may some FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of stupid is that?
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
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 ass down faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm for class clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm a candidate
To fuck 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 with the room trashed, covered in
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the
But this up for debate, this is undebatable
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 fell asleep on the up show
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was shock
Raising up in shoes 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 front of my computer all day and on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, everything sucks, play the song"
Guess if I hopped out your 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 a wet log, force never gets 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
Bout as as my fucking leo jet
get you as green as a Chia Pet
I can see that visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went the house of pain hearing a world 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 arms and freaking hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and for a damn tailwind
More afraid of success I am of failure
So what does tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a fuck about
Stan mailing his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight the damn railing

Chill, man,