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

Know when the 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 skip with thou
Art, you don't really that when I growl
Let me come let me come and mop up the offs
I pop off I never stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you lock doors (Pause)
The wanna 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 phenomenal
is going on? Back with 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 into the weed smell
Nigga your tree fell, see how Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
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 'em and drag '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 me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her down like she was a basement fuck
Swell up shit 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 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 ratchet and racing keeping 'em blacking
Until I'm 'em stuck
I got 'em happier a child in a park chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, niggas be chasing they
I be lacing them up like boots when I'm they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit wire, 'til this shit circling back around
With more fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the
While I up shit that I toss
I quit Gods, look around
It's certain this shit splatters paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn't (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger a boulder
Break 'em and they that it's a classic
And the way it's going you easily get your ass kicked
See, me and together we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a pastry (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't me wanna spazz
I'm a crazy Israeli, bastards
While I bite the 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 hoping you protect your
And I been blacking out so long niggas is 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, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the right) Ayo, down nigga
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, black out

There's a light contagiousness to this
It just might you sick
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 has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I just 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 a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the away from my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the complexion of the game, but just in case you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're wasting 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 ever and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, crazily
But sounds like he may need some FLO, speaking?
What kind of question is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham
Other than your husband's fucking that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend?
You ain't the Slim Shady, sit your ass down faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm running for class
democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate
To come fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode a campaign
To every campus on a fucking rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so let's get
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, is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, don't make me go it back to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech radio 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 still boobs
Me and Bus put it down like a pet
You're with vets dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in front of my computer all day and on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, everything sucks, play the song"
Guess if I hopped out freaking laptop, you idiot prick
Biggie and kicked the living shit out of you, I'd be dead wrong
Son of God I'm not soft 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 commercial as my leo jet
Jealously'll get you as green as a Pet
I can see you're visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of pain hearing a of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get ass shaking
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
Jump like Van Halen, and pray for a damn
More afraid of success I am of failure
So what that tell ya?
That on a grand I don't give a fuck about nothing
Like Stan mailing his last of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the railing

Chill, man,