my mic up my mic up
(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down (Steady on the left) Ayo, down nigga (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 on your crown Skip town grounds 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 them 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 I pop off I never stop, cause What we do? Come through, you better doors (Pause) The wolves wanna eat, be by lockjaws No need to up the coke, you see me chop raw And if you ain't 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 have these niggas And clipping they nails and dribbling in And them like sunflower seed shell See these got my weight up heavy like three whales And I shit on Ishamels 'til the speakers into the weed smell Nigga your tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on Talking, I'm sick and I got them shook banging on retail until they See I like I'm slanging a weed sale And I triple gram and 'em and drag 'em like females Oh see well, these niggas already know the way that I fuck shit up, the details The case is shut, your bitch remind me of my replacement but of an ancient slut Her stomach like she was a basement fuck Swell up this shit like I'm sticks in their gut So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake up Ragdolling these niggas and them like apes in the cut I'm for the taking while I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuck It's kinda like me having a case in the and drinking 'til I'm blasted All and racing keeping over '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 boots when I'm pushing face in the mud (ahh) Missiles I fling while I live wire, 'til this shit circling back around With fire 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 the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn't matter (rip) Your head up off shoulders, bullets bigger than 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 together we're Like a bomb and a rabies cake like 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 crazy Israeli, I bite the beat up put the sparker in a heater I'm chopping your foot off now it's and I'm putting my feet up Back to the hood and off to the whylin' I'm you protect your child And I been blacking out so niggas is asking if the hook has died, naw But the beat is
(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) Ayo, down nigga (Steady on the right) Ayo, calm nigga (Steady on the left) Fuck em, out nigga
a light contagiousness to this tirade It just might make you So irate with this my brain is like a fucking fried egg Is my mind (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded But go through such a wide range of this That my rage has squeeze through it sideways I just up in Clive Davis' driveway With his memoir saying he's bi a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked And drive through the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay here 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 like a sore thumb, so I gave em the To the attention away from my stinking face it was bringing Changed the whole complexion of the game, but in case you was thinking An of replacing 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 a bad impression That's the worst impersonation I've ever and Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes 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 leaking, how'd you think that 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 just a To come fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a To have every campus on a fucking Act my age? I am eight, so let's get smashed And up the next day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids Glass ashtray smashed, champagne on the lampshades But ain't up for debate, this is undebatable Shady for president, ho, don't make me go take it back to the of old Where Sway and Tech radio when I was taking so NoDoz and LSD I almost fell on the wake 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 down a sick pet fucking with vets dawg, fucking internet bloggers "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 Biggie and kicked the living shit out of you, I'd be dead wrong Son of God I'm not soft like a wet log, force never 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 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 hearing a world of hurt so Jump around, jump, jump, get ass shaking Jump around, jump, jump, came to hit you a fan favorite But if you too fly for coach get them get them arms and freaking hands flailing Jump Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind More afraid of success than I am of So what that tell ya? That on a grand scale I give a fuck about nothing Like mailing his last piece of fan mail Before he ran into the damn railing
Chill, man,