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my mic up
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(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 it, niggas!
Oh my

when the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get ass kicked, pow!
while I shit on your crown
Skip town 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 skip with
Art, you don't 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 lock doors (Pause)
The wolves eat, be by they lockjaws
No need to cook up the coke, you see me raw
And if you have enough
What in the fat of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back the beat and the raps is callous
on another song, I'mma have these niggas nervous
And clipping they and dribbling in wetness
And them like sunflower seed shell
See skills got my weight up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell into the smell
Nigga tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them banging on retail until they cripple
See I cook like I'm slanging a sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and 'em like females
Oh see well, these niggas know the way that I fuck shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your bitch remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient
Her stomach down she was a basement fuck
Swell up this like I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack them like in the cut
I'm waiting for the while I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All and racing keeping over 'em blacking
Until I'm '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 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 the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I light up shit I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, look
It's certain this shit splatters click paint make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger a boulder
'em and they know 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 bomb and a rabies cake like a bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm you pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
Like I'm a crazy Israeli,
While I the beat 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 blacking 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 nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, out nigga

There's a contagiousness to this tirade
It just might make you
So irate with this my is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through such a wide range of emotion
That my rage has gotta squeeze through it
I pulled up in Clive Davis' driveway
his personal memoir saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive
And drive straight through the gay pride Yippee-Ki-Yay
here 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 take the attention away 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 your ink then
So if this is any indication of you may be facing
You better make a cause you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck making a bad
the worst impersonation I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, hazily, rhymes crazily
But like he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?
kind of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other than your husband's fucking 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 I'm running for class clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm 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 trashed, covered in Band-Aids
ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshades
But this up for debate, this is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, don't make me go take it to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech radio when I was taking so much and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the 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
fucking with vets dawg, fucking 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 laptop, you idiot prick
With Biggie and kicked the living shit out of you, I'd be wrong
Son of God I'm not like a wet log, force never gets clogged
I'm so of self-esteem that I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, steady on the left,
Step off of it or you get stepped on
Bout as as my fucking leo jet
Jealously'll get you as green as a Pet
I can see that you're upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you into the house of pain hearing a world of hurt so
around, jump, jump, get that ass shaking
Jump around, jump, jump, to hit you with a fan favorite
But if you too fly for better get them get them arms and freaking hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and for a damn tailwind
More afraid of success I am of failure
So what that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a fuck about
Like Stan mailing his last of fan mail
Before he ran straight the damn railing

Chill, man,