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(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the left) Fuck it, niggas!
Oh my

Know when the cats get
Sprinkle the ash, get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I shit on your
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
Stop dropping them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making them skip thou
Art, you don't really want that I growl
Let me come let me come and mop up the knock
I pop off I never stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you better doors (Pause)
The wolves eat, be by they lockjaws
No need to 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, have these niggas nervous
And clipping they nails and in wetness
And nibble them sunflower seed shell
See these got my weight 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 until they cripple
See I cook like I'm slanging a weed
And I gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em like females
Oh see well, these already know the way that I fuck shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach down like she was a basement
Swell up this like I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully niggas up
Ragdolling these and attack them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break niggas neck a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me having a case in the truck and 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing over 'em blacking
Until I'm leaving 'em
I got 'em than a child in a park chasing a duck
When I'm a buck it's 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 live wire, this shit circling back around
With fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I light up shit that I
I quit worshiping Gods, look
It's certain this shit splatters paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, shit apart 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 could easily get ass kicked
See, me and together we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies like a pastry bitch (we that sick)
I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
Like I'm a Israeli, bastards
While I bite the beat up put the in a heater
I'm chopping your foot off now it's mine and I'm 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, down 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, black out

There's a light to this tirade
It just might you sick
So with this my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through such a wide of this emotion
my rage has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I pulled up in Clive Davis' driveway
his personal memoir saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive through the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the world pee on my leg?
And should I it as a sign? Maybe I'll take em back in the times (Shady)
Stuck out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the
To take the attention away from my stinking it was bringing
Changed the whole complexion of the game, but in case you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, crazy, you're wasting your ink then
So if this is any indication of what you may be
You make a distinction cause you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck making a bad
That's the worst impersonation I've seen and
Who nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes 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 I'm running for class clown
democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode a campaign
To have campus on a fucking rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so get smashed
And wake up the next day with the room trashed, in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the
But this ain't up for debate, is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, make me go take it back to the days of old
Where Sway and radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the up show
Fuck you telling me, I was living shock
Raising hell up in when Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down a sick pet
You're fucking with dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in front of my all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an on everything, everything sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your laptop, you idiot prick
With Biggie and kicked the living shit out of you, I'd be wrong
Son of God I'm not soft like a wet log, force gets clogged
I'm so of self-esteem that 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 into the of pain hearing a world of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get that ass
Jump around, jump, jump, came to hit you with a fan
But if you too fly for coach better get them get them and freaking hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and for a damn tailwind
More afraid of success I am of failure
So what does that ya?
That on a grand scale I don't a fuck about nothing
Stan mailing his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the railing

Chill, man,