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

when the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, get your ass kicked, pow!
while I shit on your crown
Skip town grounds will appear on the king 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 them skip with thou
Art, you don't really that when I growl
Let me let me come and mop up the knock offs
When I pop off I never stop,
What we do? Come through, you lock doors (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by lockjaws
No to cook up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you ain't have
What in the fat fishes of a phenomenal
Fuck is going on? Back with the beat and the is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have niggas nervous
And clipping nails and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them like sunflower 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 they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on
Talking, I'm sick and I got them banging on retail until they cripple
See I cook like I'm slanging a weed
And I triple gram and 'em and drag 'em like females
Oh see well, these niggas already 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 she was a basement fuck
up this shit like I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I wake niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas and them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking I break 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 over 'em
I'm leaving 'em stuck
I got 'em happier than a child in a park chasing a
When I'm chasing a it's funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be lacing them up like boots when I'm pushing they 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
While I light up that I toss
I worshiping Gods, look around
It's certain this shit splatters paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bullets than a boulder
Break 'em and they know it's a classic
And the way it's going you easily get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady together we're
baking a bomb 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 Israeli, bastards
While I bite the beat up put the sparker in a
I'm chopping your foot off now it's mine and I'm putting my up
Back to the hood and off to the I'm hoping you protect your child
And I been blacking out so long niggas is asking if the has died, naw
But the is fried

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

a light contagiousness to this tirade
It might make you sick
So irate with this my brain is just like a fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow
But go through such a wide of this emotion
That my rage has gotta squeeze through it
I just pulled up in Clive 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 parade
Cause I- wait, did the world just pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe I'll em back in the times (Shady)
Stuck out like a thumb, so I gave em the finger
To the attention away from my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the whole of the game, but just in case you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're wasting your ink
So if this is any of what you may be facing
You better make a distinction cause you imitations
Are a bad taste, fuck making a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation I've ever and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes
But sounds like he may need some FLO, speaking?
What kind of stupid is that?
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other your husband's fucking brains that were 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
democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate
To come fuck up the party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To have every campus on a fucking
Act my age? I am eight, so let's get smashed
And wake up the next day with the trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne on the lampshades
But this ain't up for debate, is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, don't make me go take it back to the of old
Where Sway and Tech radio when I was so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the up show
Fuck you me, fools? I was living shock
hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it like a sick pet
You're fucking with vets dawg, internet bloggers
"I sit in front of my all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, everything sucks, the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you prick
With Biggie and the living shit out of you, I'd be dead wrong
Son of God I'm not like a wet log, force never gets clogged
I'm so full of self-esteem I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, steady on the left,
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 you're visibly upset,
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of pain hearing a 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 and freaking hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and pray for a damn
afraid of success than I am of failure
So does that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a about nothing
Stan mailing his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran into the damn railing

Chill, man,