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my mic up
my mic up

(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga
(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 cats get
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get 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
Bitches I'm making them skip thou
Art, you don't really that when I growl
Let me come let me come and mop up the knock
When I pop off I 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 have
in the fat fishes 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 weed
Nigga tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm and I got them shook banging on retail until they cripple
See I cook like I'm slanging a weed
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and 'em like females
Oh see well, these niggas already the way that I fuck shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your bitch remind me of my but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach down like she was a fuck
Swell up this shit like I'm sticking in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I wake niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack them like in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break niggas neck a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing over 'em blacking
Until I'm 'em stuck
I got 'em than a child in a park chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a 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 wire, 'til this shit circling back around
With more for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I light up that I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, look
It's this shit splatters click paint that'll make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger a boulder
Break 'em and know that it's a classic
And the way going you could easily get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady together crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies like a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna
I'm a crazy Israeli, bastards
While I bite the beat up put the in a heater
I'm chopping your foot off now mine and I'm putting my feet up
Back to the hood and off to the I'm hoping you protect your child
And I been blacking out so long niggas is if the hook has died, naw
But the beat is

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

There's a contagiousness to this tirade
It just might you sick
So irate with this my brain is just a fucking fried egg
Is my scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through a wide range of this emotion
my rage has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I just pulled up in Clive Davis'
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 through the gay pride parade
Cause I- wait, did the world just pee on my leg?
And I take it as a sign? Maybe 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 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 wasting your ink
So if this is any of what you may be facing
You better make a cause you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, making a bad impression
That's the impersonation I've ever seen and
Who nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds like he may need FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of stupid is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, you think that play was this weekend?
You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit your ass faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm running for class
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm just a
To come fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode a campaign
To have every campus on a fucking
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so let's get
And wake up the next day with the room trashed, covered in
Glass smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshades
But this up for debate, this is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, make me go take it back to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech radio when I was taking so NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the up show
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was living
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it like a sick pet
fucking with vets dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in front of my computer all day and 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 living shit out of you, I'd be dead
Son of God I'm not soft a wet log, force never gets clogged
I'm so full of self-esteem I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, steady on the left,
off of it or you get stepped on soft
Bout as commercial as my leo jet
Jealously'll get you as green as a Pet
I can see that you're upset, dawg
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 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 a fuck about nothing
Like Stan his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight the damn railing

Chill, man,