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

Know when the cats get
the ash, you'll get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I on your crown
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
traffic dropping them classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making them skip 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 wolves wanna eat, be by they
No to cook up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you have enough
in the fat fishes of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back with the and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma these niggas nervous
And clipping they and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them like seed shell
See these skills got my weight up heavy like three
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell into the smell
Nigga your 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 sale
And I triple gram and whoop 'em and drag 'em females
Oh see well, these niggas already know the way that I fuck up, minus the details
The case is shut, your bitch me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach down like she was a basement
Swell up this shit like I'm sticking in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake up
Ragdolling these niggas and attack them like in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break niggas like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing keeping 'em blacking
Until I'm leaving 'em
I got 'em than a child in a park chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, be chasing they luck
I be lacing them up like when I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit live wire, 'til this shit back around
more fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I light up shit that I
I quit Gods, look around
It's certain this shit splatters 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 that it's a classic
And the way going you could easily get your ass kicked
See, me and Shady we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and a rabies cake a pastry bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you pay me, make me wanna spazz
Like I'm a Israeli, bastards
While I bite the beat up put the in a heater
I'm chopping your foot off now it's and I'm putting my feet up
to the hood and off to the whylin' 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, calm down
(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down
(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) em, black out nigga

There's a light to this tirade
It might make you sick
So irate with this my brain is just like a fucking egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) minded
But go such a wide range of this emotion
That my rage has squeeze through it sideways
I pulled up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his personal memoir he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause 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 sore thumb, so I gave em the
To take the attention away from my stinking 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 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 impersonation ever seen and
Who raps nasally, hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds like he may need FLO, nasally speaking?
What of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think play was this weekend?
You the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down faggot
See me on a I'm running for class clown
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 rampage
Act my goddamn I am eight, so let's get smashed
And wake up the day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne on the lampshades
But this ain't up for debate, this is
Shady for president, ho, don't me go take it back to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech radio when I was taking so much and LSD
I almost fell on the wake up show
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was living
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still boobs
Me and Bus put it like a sick pet
You're fucking with vets dawg, fucking internet
"I sit in of my computer all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, everything sucks, play the song"
Guess if I hopped out freaking laptop, you idiot prick
With and kicked the living shit out of you, I'd be dead wrong
Son of God I'm not like a wet log, force never gets clogged
I'm so full of self-esteem that I fog
Yes, yes y'all, on the left, y'all
off of it or you get stepped on soft
Bout as as my fucking leo jet
Jealously'll get you as as a Chia Pet
I can see that you're upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the of pain hearing a world of hurt so
around, jump, jump, get that 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 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 don't give a fuck nothing
Like Stan his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the damn

Chill, man,