Calm Down

Turn my mic up

Turn my mic up

(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down nigga

(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down nigga

(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down nigga

(Steady on the left) **** it, blackout niggas!

Oh my lord, lower the casket down

Sprinkle the ash, or get your ass kicked, pow!

Frown while I shit on your crown, skip town

Grounds zero, shapiro the king cash cow

Do I make 'em say 'Wow!', strip, ow, bow

I sit with the pound, click, pow

Blow, click, click, pow, click, pow

Stop traffic dropping them classics, flip now

Bitches I’m making them skip with thou

Art, you don’t really want start when I growl

(rawr, rawr, rawr) let me come and mop up the knock offs

When I pop off I never stop, cause

When we do come through, you better lock doors (PAUSE)

The wolves wanna eat, peep how they lockjaws

No need to cook up the coke, you see me cop raw

And if you ain’t have enough

What in the fat fishes of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen **** is going on?

Back with the B.A barrackus callous

bang on another song I’mma have these niggas nervous

And clipping they nails and dribbling and witness them

Nibble them like sunflower seed shells

Set these scales got my weight up heavy like three whales

And I shit on these males ‘til it's stinkin' fouler than a weed smell

Nigga your tree fell

See how they Twitter, Facebook and Instagramming a email

Talking, I’m sick and I got them shook and I bang em at retail

Until they cripple, see I cook like I’m slanging a weed sale

Until I triple bread and whoop ‘em and drag 'em like females (gasp)

Oh see well, these niggas already know

The way that I **** shit up, minus the details

The case is shut

Your bitch remind me of my replacement butt kind of an ancient slut

It's going down like she was a basement ****

Swell up this shit like I’m sticking steaks in they gut

So gracefully and graciously, I painfully wake niggas up

Ragdolling these niggas and attack them like apes in the cut

I’m waiting for the taking while I break niggas neck like a bracelet

****

It’s kinda like me having a case in the truck

And drinking ‘til I’m blasted harassing

and erase a nigga (crunk) keeping 'em over

Keeping 'em up and blacking until I’m leaving ‘em stuck

I got ‘em happier than a child in a park chasing a duck

While I’m chasing a buck these funny niggas be chasing they luck

I be lacing them up like boots

when I’m pushing they face in the mud (ahh)

Missiles I fling while I spit live wire

‘Til this shit circling back around

With more fire for me to melt the break a brick surfacing back a sound

While I'm lighting up shit that'll cause quick

Worship and gatheraround, it's

Certain this shit'll splatter cliques painful and make ‘em scatter

Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart, it doesn't matter (rip)

Your head up off your shoulders (with) bullets bigger than a boulder

And they break ‘em and they know us, classic

And the way it’s going you could easily get your ass kicked

See, me and Shady together we’re crazy

Like baking a vomit and a rabies cake like a pastry bitch

(We that sick)

Like I'm from Haiti, I’m suggesting you pay me

Don’t make me wanna spazz (Alalala)

Like I’m a crazy Israeli, bastards

While I bite the beat up and I'm starting to heat up, yack

I’m chopping your foot off, now it’s mine

And I’m putting my feet up, black

Back to the hood and off to the wild

And I’m hoping you protect your child

And I been blacking out so long niggas is asking if the hook had died

Naw, but the beat is fried!

Apparently there's a light contagiousness to this tirade

It just might make you sick

So irate with this my brain is just like a ****ing fried egg

Is my mind scrambled? Cause I'm lit

Narrow minded, but go through such a wide range of this emotion

That my rage has gotta squeeze through it sideways

I just pulled up in Clive Davis' driveway

With his personal memoir saying he's bi

Waving a nine, a picket sign, egging his ride

Making him cry "rape" then arrive naked

And drive straight through the gay pride parade, yippee-Ki-Yay

Cause here I - wait, did the world just pee on my leg?

And should I take it as a sign?

Maybe to take 'em back into time (Shady)

I stuck out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger

To take the attention away from my stinking face it was bringing

Changed the whole complexion of the game

But just in case you was thinking

An inkling of replacing the kingpin

Of crazy, you're wasting your ink then

So if this is any indication of what you may be facing

You better make a distinction cause you fake imitations

Are leaving a bad taste, **** making a bad impression

That's the worst impersonation I've ever seen and

Who raps nasally, eyes hazelly, rhymes crazily

But sounds like he may need some Flonase when he's speaking?

What kind of stupid question is that?

Hey Mrs. Abraham Lincoln

Other than your husband's ****ing brains that were leaking

How'd you think that play was this weekend?

You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down faggot

See me on a ballot? I'm running for class clown

Rich 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 ****ing rampage

Act my goddamn age? I am eight

So let's get smashed and wake up the next day with the room trashed

covered in Band-Aids

Glass ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshades

But this ain't up for debate, this is undebatable

Shady for president, ho

Don't make me go take it back to the days of old

Where Sway & Tech radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD

I almost fell asleep on the wake up show

**** you telling me, fools?

I was rippin' shop raisin' hell up in Drew's

When Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs

Me and Bus put it down like a sick pet

You're ****ing with vets dawg, ****ing internet bloggers

"I sit in front of my computer all day and comment on

Everything, I'm an expert on everything

everything sucks, play the next song"

Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot prick

With Biggie and kicked the living shit out you

I'd be dead wrong

Son of God I'm the S.O.G. like a wet log

pores never get clogged

I'm so full of self-esteem that I sweat fog

Yes, yes y’all, steady on the left, y’all

Step off 'forr you get stepped on, soft?

Bout as commercial as my ****ing Lear jet

Jealously’ll get you as green as a Chia Pet

I can see that you’re visibly upset, dawg

Alert, alert, girl, alert

Once you enter in my house of pain, you're in a world of hurt, so

Jump around, jump, jump, get that ass shaking

Jump around, jump, came to hit you with a fan favorite

But if you too fly for coach better get them arms

And jump like Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind

and freaking hands flailing

More afraid of success than I am of failure

So what does that tell ya?

That on a grand scale I don’t give a **** about nothing

Like Stan mailing his last piece of fan mail

Before he ran straight into the damn railing

Chill, man, chill

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