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(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm nigga
(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 I shit on your crown
town 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
traffic dropping them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making skip with thou
Art, you don't really want when I growl
Let me come let me and mop up the knock offs
When I pop off I stop, cause
What we do? through, you better lock doors (Pause)
The wanna eat, be by they lockjaws
No to cook up the coke, you see me chop 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
Bang on another song, I'mma have these nervous
And they nails and dribbling in wetness
And nibble like sunflower seed shell
See these skills got my weight up heavy like whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell 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 I'm slanging a weed sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and 'em like females
Oh see well, these niggas already know the way that I fuck shit up, minus the
The case is shut, 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 sticking 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 like a bracelet,
It's kinda like me a case in the truck and drinking '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 fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I light up that I toss
I quit Gods, look around
It's certain this shit splatters click paint make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn't (rip)
head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and they know that it's a
And the way it's going you could get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady together we're
Like baking a bomb and a cake like a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't me wanna spazz
Like I'm a crazy Israeli,
While I bite the beat up put the sparker in a
I'm chopping your foot off now it's mine and I'm putting my up
Back to the hood and off to the I'm hoping you protect your child
And I blacking out so long niggas is asking if the hook has died, naw
But the beat is

(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down
(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) em, black out nigga

There's a light to this tirade
It just make you sick
So irate with this my brain is like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow
But go through such a wide range of this
That my rage has squeeze through it sideways
I just up in Clive Davis' driveway
his personal memoir saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the just pee on my leg?
And should I it as a sign? Maybe I'll take em back in the times (Shady)
out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the away from my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the whole complexion of the game, but just in you was thinking
An of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're wasting your ink then
So if this is any indication of what you may be
You better make a distinction cause you imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, making a bad impression
That's the worst I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds like he may some 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 think that play was this
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 fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a
To have every on a fucking rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so get smashed
And wake up the next day the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshades
But this ain't up for debate, this is
Shady for president, ho, don't make me go it back to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech radio when I was taking so much and LSD
I almost asleep on the wake up show
Fuck you telling me, I was living shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down like a pet
You're fucking with dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in of my computer all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an on everything, everything sucks, play the next song"
if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot prick
With Biggie and kicked the shit out of you, I'd be dead wrong
Son of God I'm not soft like a wet log, force gets clogged
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 stepped on
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 pain a world of hurt so
around, jump, jump, get that ass shaking
Jump around, jump, jump, came to hit you a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach better get them get them arms and freaking flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and pray for a damn
afraid of success than I am of failure
So what that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a about nothing
Like Stan mailing his last piece of fan
Before he ran straight into the damn

Chill, man,