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my mic up
my mic up

(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 it, niggas!
Oh my

when the cats get down
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 skip with thou
Art, you don't really want that I growl
Let me let me come and mop up the knock offs
When I pop off I never stop,
we do? Come through, you better lock doors (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be by lockjaws
No need to up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you have enough
What in the fat fishes of a Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is going on? Back with the beat and the is callous
Bang on another song, have these niggas nervous
And clipping they and dribbling in wetness
And nibble them like sunflower seed
See these got my weight up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell into the weed
Nigga your fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
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 and whoop 'em and drag '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 down like she was a basement fuck
Swell up this shit 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 taking while I break neck like a bracelet, fuck
kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing over 'em blacking
Until I'm 'em stuck
I got 'em happier than a child in a park chasing a
I'm chasing a buck it's funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be lacing them up like boots I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I while I spit live 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 shit that I
I worshiping Gods, look 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)
head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and they know it's a classic
And the way it's going you could easily get ass kicked
See, me and Shady together we're
Like baking a and a rabies 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 hood and off to the whylin' I'm hoping you protect 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 nigga
(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 em, black out

There's a light to this tirade
It might make you sick
So irate with my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) minded
But go through such a wide range of this
my rage has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I just pulled up in Clive driveway
With his personal memoir he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive
And drive straight through the gay pride Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause I- wait, did the world just pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe I'll take em in the times (Shady)
Stuck out a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention away from my 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, wasting your ink then
So if this is any of what you may be facing
You better make a distinction cause you fake
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation I've ever and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, crazily
But sounds he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of stupid is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this
You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down
See me on a ballot? I'm for class clown
democrat, bitch, so I'm just 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 trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the
But this up for debate, this is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, don't me go take it back to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the up show
Fuck you me, fools? I was living shock
hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it like a sick pet
You're fucking 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
With Biggie and kicked the 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 I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, on the left, y'all
Step off of it or you get on soft
Bout as commercial as my 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
around, jump, jump, get that ass shaking
Jump around, jump, jump, came to hit you with a fan
But if you too fly for better get them get them arms and freaking hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and pray for a tailwind
More of success than 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 piece of fan
Before he ran into the damn railing

Chill, man,