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(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) it, blackout niggas!
Oh my

when the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get ass kicked, pow!
Frown I shit on your crown
Skip town grounds 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 come let me come and mop up the offs
When I pop off I stop, cause
we do? Come through, you better lock 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 enough
What in the fat fishes of a Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have these nervous
And they nails and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them like sunflower shell
See these skills got my weight up heavy like whales
And I shit on 'til 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 shook banging on retail until they
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 already know the way that I shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your bitch remind me of my replacement but of an ancient slut
Her stomach down like she was a basement
Swell up this shit like I'm sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully niggas up
Ragdolling these and attack them like apes in the cut
I'm for the taking 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
I'm leaving 'em stuck
I got 'em happier a child in a park chasing a duck
I'm chasing a buck it's funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be lacing them up like boots when I'm pushing face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit live wire, 'til this shit circling back
With more fire for me to melt the surface, and back the sound
While I light up shit that I
I quit worshiping Gods, look
It's certain this splatters click 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 bigger a boulder
Break 'em and they know that it's a
And the way going you could easily get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady together crazy
Like baking a and a rabies cake like a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me spazz
Like I'm a Israeli, bastards
I bite the beat up put the sparker in a heater
I'm chopping your foot off now it's mine and I'm putting my up
Back to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm you protect your child
And I been blacking out so long is asking if the hook has died, naw
But the is fried

(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down
(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 this my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow
But go through such a wide range of emotion
That my rage has gotta through it sideways
I just pulled up in Davis' driveway
With his memoir saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive through the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
here I- wait, did the world just 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 thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention away from my face it was bringing
the whole complexion 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 is any indication of what you may be facing
You better make a distinction you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck a bad impression
the worst impersonation I've ever seen and
Who nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of question is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham
than 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 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 let's get
And up the next day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the
But this ain't up for debate, is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, don't 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 asleep on the wake up show
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was living
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still developing
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, sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I hopped out freaking laptop, you idiot prick
With Biggie and 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 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
Jump around, jump, jump, to hit you with a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach better get them get arms and freaking hands flailing
like Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind
More afraid of success I am of failure
So what does tell ya?
That on a grand scale I give a fuck about nothing
Stan mailing his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the railing

Chill, man,