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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) it, blackout niggas!
Oh my

when the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, 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
Stop traffic them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making them 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 stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you better doors (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by they
No to cook up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you have enough
What in the fat of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
is going on? Back with the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on song, I'mma have these niggas nervous
And they nails and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them like sunflower seed
See these skills got my weight up heavy like whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers into the weed smell
Nigga your tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on
Talking, I'm and I got them shook banging on retail until they cripple
See I like I'm slanging a weed sale
And I triple gram and 'em and drag 'em like females
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 sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack 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 in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and keeping over 'em blacking
I'm leaving 'em stuck
I got 'em happier than a child in a chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a buck funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be them up like boots when I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I while I spit live wire, 'til this shit circling back around
With more fire for me to melt the surface, and back the sound
While I light up shit I toss
I worshiping Gods, look around
It's this shit splatters click paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn't (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a
Break 'em and know that it's a classic
And the way it's you could easily get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a 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 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
to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you protect your child
And I been blacking out so 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, calm nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, black out

a light contagiousness to this tirade
It might make you sick
So irate with this my brain is like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) minded
But go through a wide range of this emotion
That my has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I just pulled up in Davis' driveway
With his personal memoir he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And straight through the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the world pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a Maybe I'll take em back in the times (Shady)
Stuck out like a sore thumb, so I em the finger
To take the attention 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 your ink then
So if is any indication of what you may be facing
You better make a distinction you fake imitations
Are a bad taste, fuck making a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation I've seen and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, crazily
But sounds he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?
What of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think play was this weekend?
You ain't the real 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 fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To have every campus on a rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so get smashed
And wake up the day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
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 take it back to the of old
Where and Tech radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell on the wake up show
you telling me, fools? I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still developing
Me and Bus put it like a sick pet
You're fucking with dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in front of my computer all day and on
Everything, I'm an on everything, everything sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot
With Biggie and kicked the living shit out of you, I'd be dead
Son of God I'm not soft like a wet log, 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
as commercial as my fucking leo jet
Jealously'll get you as as a Chia Pet
I can see that visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
you went into the house of pain hearing a world of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get that ass
around, jump, jump, came to hit you with a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach better get get them arms and freaking hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and pray for a damn
More of success than I am of failure
So what does tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a about nothing
Like Stan mailing his piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight the damn railing

Chill, man,