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(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) Fuck it, niggas!
Oh my

when the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I shit on your
Skip 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
Stop traffic dropping classics, flip now
I'm making them skip with thou
Art, you don't really want when I growl
Let me come let me and mop up the knock 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 to cook up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you ain't enough
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 they nails and dribbling in wetness
And them like sunflower seed shell
See these skills got my up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 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 a weed sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em like
Oh see well, niggas already know the way that I fuck shit up, minus the details
The is shut, your bitch remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach like she was a basement fuck
Swell up shit like I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the while I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm
All ratchet and racing keeping 'em blacking
Until I'm leaving 'em
I got 'em happier than a in a park chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, niggas be they luck
I be them up like boots when I'm pushing 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 the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I light up that I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, around
It's certain shit splatters click 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 than 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 together we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a cake 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 the beat up put the sparker in a heater
I'm your foot off now it's mine and I'm putting my feet up
Back to the and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you protect your 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, calm down
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(Steady on the left) Fuck em, out nigga

There's a light contagiousness to tirade
It just make you sick
So irate with this my brain is just like a fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) minded
But go through such a range of this emotion
That my rage has gotta squeeze through it
I just pulled up in Clive driveway
With his personal memoir saying bi
a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And straight through the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the world pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign? I'll take em back in the times (Shady)
Stuck out like a sore thumb, so I em the finger
To take the attention away from my stinking face it was
the whole complexion of the game, but just in case you was thinking
An of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're wasting 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
That's the impersonation I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, crazily
But sounds like he may need some FLO, nasally
What kind of stupid is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you that play was this weekend?
You the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm running for class
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm a candidate
To come up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To have every campus on a fucking
Act my age? I am eight, so let's get smashed
And wake up the next day with the room trashed, covered in
Glass smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshades
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 Tech radio I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost asleep on the wake up show
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was shock
Raising up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down a sick pet
You're fucking vets dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in front of my all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot
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 never clogged
I'm so full of 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 visibly upset,
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of pain hearing a world of 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 them arms and freaking hands
Jump like Van Halen, and pray for a tailwind
afraid of success than I am of failure
So what does that ya?
That on a grand scale I don't a fuck about nothing
Like mailing his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight the damn railing

Chill, man,