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my mic up
my mic up

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

Know when the get down
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 really want that when 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 they
No need to up the coke, you see me chop raw
And if you have enough
What in the fat 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 nibble them like sunflower seed
See these got my weight up heavy like three whales
And I on Ishamels 'til the speakers fell into the weed smell
Nigga your tree fell, see how Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on email
Talking, I'm sick and I got shook banging on retail until they cripple
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 know the way that I shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach down like she was a basement
Swell up this shit I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully niggas up
these niggas and attack them like apes in the cut
I'm waiting for the taking I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck
It's kinda me having a case in the truck and drinking 'til I'm blasted
All and racing keeping over 'em blacking
Until I'm 'em stuck
I got 'em happier a child in a park chasing a duck
I'm chasing a buck 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 shit circling back around
more fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the sound
While I light up shit I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, around
It's certain this shit splatters click paint make 'em scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bigger than a boulder
Break 'em and they know it's a classic
And the way it's 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 make me wanna
Like I'm a crazy Israeli,
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 your
And I been blacking out so long niggas is asking if the has died, naw
But the is fried

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

There's a light to this tirade
It just might make you
So irate with this my is just like a fucking fried egg
Is my scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through such a wide range of this
my rage has gotta 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 straight through the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the just pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe I'll take em back in the (Shady)
Stuck out like a sore thumb, so I em the finger
To take the attention from my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the complexion of the game, but just in case you was thinking
An inkling of the kingpin, you're crazy, you're wasting your ink then
So if this is any indication of what you may be
You better make a distinction you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, fuck making a bad
the worst impersonation I've ever seen and
Who nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds like he may some FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of stupid is that?
Hey Mrs. Lincoln
Other than husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend?
You the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm for class clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm just a
To come fuck up the party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To have campus on a fucking rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so get smashed
And wake up the next day the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne on the lampshades
But this up for debate, this is undebatable
for president, ho, don't make 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 asleep on the wake up show
Fuck you telling me, fools? I was shock
hell 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, everything sucks, the next 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 soft like a wet log, force never gets
I'm so of self-esteem that I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, steady on the left,
Step off of it or you get stepped on
Bout as commercial as my leo jet
Jealously'll get you as as a Chia Pet
I can see that visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl,
Once you into the house of pain hearing a world of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get that ass
around, jump, jump, came to hit you with a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach better get them get them and freaking hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and pray for a tailwind
More afraid of success I am of failure
So what that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a about nothing
Like Stan mailing his last of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the damn

Chill, man,