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(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 it, niggas!
Oh my

Know when the cats get
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get ass kicked, pow!
Frown I shit on your crown
Skip town grounds will on the king cash cow
Do I 'em say 'Wow!', strip, ow, bow
I sit the pound, click, pow
Blow, click, click, pow, pow
traffic dropping them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm them skip with thou
Art, you don't want that when I growl
Let me come let me come and mop up the knock
When I pop off I never stop,
What we do? through, you better lock doors (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by lockjaws
No need to up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you ain't enough
What in the fat fishes of a phenomenal
Fuck is going on? Back with the beat and the is callous
Bang on song, I'mma have these niggas nervous
And they nails and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them like sunflower shell
See these skills got my up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell into the smell
your tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook banging on retail they cripple
See I cook like I'm slanging a sale
And I triple and whoop '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 she was a basement fuck
Swell up this shit like I'm sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I wake niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack them 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 case in the truck and 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing keeping 'em blacking
I'm leaving 'em stuck
I got 'em happier than a in a park chasing a duck
When I'm a buck it's funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be lacing up like boots when I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit live wire, 'til this 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 certain this shit splatters click paint that'll make 'em
Shameful the way I shatter, split apart it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a
Break 'em and they that it's a classic
And the way it's you could easily get your ass kicked
See, me and together we're crazy
Like baking a and a rabies cake like a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
Like I'm a crazy Israeli,
While I bite the up put the sparker in a heater
I'm chopping your foot off now it's mine and I'm my feet up
Back to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you protect 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, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, out nigga

There's a contagiousness to this tirade
It might make you sick
So irate with this my brain is like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through such a wide range of this
That my rage has gotta squeeze through it
I just up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his personal saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" arrive naked
And straight through the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the just pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a 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 just in you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're wasting ink then
So if is any indication of what you may be facing
You better make a distinction you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck making a bad
the worst impersonation I've ever seen and
Who nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds like he may need FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of stupid question is
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you 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
democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party, me and starting a campaign
To have every on a fucking rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so let's get
And wake up the next day with the room trashed, covered in
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne on the lampshades
But this ain't up for debate, 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 me, fools? I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down a sick pet
You're with vets dawg, fucking 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 out your freaking laptop, you idiot prick
With 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 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
as commercial as my fucking leo jet
Jealously'll get you as as a Chia Pet
I can see that you're visibly upset,
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, came to hit you a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach get them get them arms and freaking hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and pray for a damn
More afraid of success than I am of
So what does that ya?
That on a grand scale I don't a fuck about nothing
Like Stan his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the railing

Chill, man,