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(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) Fuck it, niggas!
Oh my

Know when the get down
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I shit on your
Skip town grounds will appear on the king 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 with thou
Art, you really want that when I growl
Let me come let me come and mop up the knock
When I pop off I never stop,
What we do? through, you better lock doors (Pause)
The wolves eat, be by they lockjaws
No need to cook up the coke, you see me raw
And if you have enough
What in the fat of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen
Fuck is on? Back with the beat and the raps is callous
Bang on another song, I'mma have these nervous
And clipping they nails and in wetness
And them like sunflower seed shell
See these skills got my up heavy like three whales
And I shit on Ishamels 'til the fell into the weed smell
your tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook banging on until they cripple
See I cook I'm slanging a weed sale
And I triple and whoop 'em and drag 'em like females
Oh see well, these niggas already know the way I fuck shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your bitch remind me of my replacement but of an ancient slut
Her down like she was a basement fuck
Swell up this like I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I wake niggas up
Ragdolling niggas and attack them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking while I break neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda like me having a in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ratchet and racing over 'em blacking
I'm leaving 'em stuck
I got 'em happier than a child in a park a duck
When I'm chasing a it's funny, niggas be chasing they luck
I be lacing up like boots when I'm pushing they face in the mud (ahh)
Missiles I fling while I spit live wire, 'til this shit back around
With more fire for me to melt the surface, and back the sound
While I up shit that I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, 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 up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and they know that 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 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 beat up put the 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 child
And I been out so long niggas is asking if the hook has died, naw
But the is fried

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

There's a light to this tirade
It just might make you
So irate with my brain is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go such a wide range of this emotion
That my rage has gotta through it sideways
I just pulled up in Clive Davis'
With his personal memoir saying bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight through the gay pride Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the world pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe I'll 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 whole complexion of the game, but just in case you was
An of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're wasting your ink then
So if is any indication 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 worst impersonation I've seen and
Who nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes crazily
But like 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 I'm running for class clown
democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate
To come fuck up the party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To every campus on a fucking rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so get smashed
And wake up the next day with the trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the
But this ain't up for debate, is undebatable
for president, ho, don't make 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
Raising up in shoes when Penelope Cruz 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 all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I out your freaking laptop, you idiot prick
With Biggie and 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 that I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, steady on the left,
Step off of it or you get on soft
as commercial as my fucking leo jet
Jealously'll get you as green as a Pet
I can see that visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you went into the house of pain hearing a of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get that ass
Jump around, jump, jump, to hit you with a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach get them get them arms and freaking hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and pray for a tailwind
More afraid of success than I am of
So what does that ya?
on a grand scale 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,