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Turn my mic upTurn 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) Fuck it, blackout niggas!Oh my LordKnow when the cats get downSprinkle the ash, you’ll get your ass kicked, pow!Frown while I shit on your crownSkip town grounds will appear on the king cash cowDo I make 'em say 'Wow!', strip, ow, bowI sit with the pound, click, powBlow, click, click, pow, click powStop traffic dropping them classics, flip nowBitches I’m making them skip with thouArt, you don’t really want that when I growlLet me come let me come and mop up the knock offsWhen I pop off I never stop, causeWhat we do? Come through, you better lock doors (Pause)The wolves wanna eat, be by they lockjawsNo need to cook up the coke, you see me chop rawAnd if you ain’t have enoughWhat in the fat fishes of a phenomenal FahrvergnügenSongtexteFuck is going on? Back with the beat and the raps is callousBang on another song, I’mma have these niggas nervousAnd clipping they nails and dribbling in wetnessAnd nibble them like sunflower seed shellSee these skills got my weight up heavy like three whalesAnd I shit on Ishamels ‘til the speakers fell into the weed smellNigga your tree fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, on emailTalking, I’m sick and I got them shook banging on retail until they crippleSee I cook like I’m slanging a weed saleAnd I triple gram and whoop ‘em and drag 'em like femalesOh see well, these niggas already know the way that I fuck shit up, minus the detailsThe case is shut, your bitch remind me of my replacement but kind of an ancient slutHer stomach down like she was a basement fuckSwell up this shit like I’m sticking sticks in their gutSo graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake niggas upRagdolling these niggas and attack them like apes in the cutI’m waiting for the taking while I break niggas neck like a bracelet, fuckIt’s kinda like me having a case in the truck and drinking ‘til I’m blastedAll ratchet and racing keeping over ‘em blackingUntil I’m leaving ‘em stuckI got ‘em happier than a child in a park chasing a duckWhen I’m chasing a buck it’s funny, niggas be chasing they luckI 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 aroundWith more fire for me to melt the brake's surface, and back the soundWhile I light up shit that I tossI quit worshiping Gods, look aroundIt's certain this shit splatters click paint that’ll make ‘em scatterShameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn’t matter (rip)Your head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulderBreak ‘em and they know that it’s a classicAnd the way it’s going you could easily get your ass kickedSee, me and Shady together we’re crazyLike baking a bomb and a rabies cake like a pastry bitch (we that sick)Cause I come from Haiti, I’m suggesting you pay me, don’t make me wanna spazzLike I’m a crazy Israeli, bastardsWhile I bite the beat up put the sparker in a heaterI’m chopping your foot off now it’s mine and I’m putting my feet upBack to the hood and off to the whylin’ I’m hoping you protect your childAnd I been blacking out so long niggas is asking if the hook has died, nawBut the beat is fried(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) Ayo, calm down nigga(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down nigga(Steady on the left) Fuck em, black out niggaThere's a light contagiousness to this tiradeIt just might make you sickSo irate with this my brain is just like a fucking fried eggIs my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow mindedBut go through such a wide range of this emotionThat my rage has gotta squeeze through it sidewaysI just pulled up in Clive Davis' drivewayWith his personal memoir saying he's biWaving a nine, a picket sign, yanking his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive nakedAnd drive straight through the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-YayCause here I- wait, did the world just pee on my leg?And should I take it as a sign? Maybe I'll take em back in the times (Shady)Stuck out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the fingerTo take the attention away from my stinking face it was bringingChanged the whole complexion of the game, but just in case you was thinkingAn inkling of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're wasting your ink thenSo if this is any indication of what you may be facingYou better make a distinction cause you fake imitationsAre leaving a bad taste, fuck making a bad impressionThat's the worst impersonation I've ever seen andWho raps nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes crazilyBut sounds like he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?What kind of stupid question is that?Hey Mrs. Abraham LincolnOther than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend?You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down faggotSee me on a ballot? I'm running for class clownRich democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidateTo come fuck up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a campaignTo have every campus on a fucking rampageAct my goddamn age? I am eight, so let's get smashedAnd wake up the next day with the room trashed, covered in Band-AidsGlass ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshadesBut this ain't up for debate, this is undebatableShady for president, ho, don't make me go take it back to the days of oldWhere Sway and Tech radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSDI almost fell asleep on the wake up showFuck you telling me, fools? I was living shockRaising hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was still developing boobsMe and Bus put it down like a sick petYou're fucking with vets dawg, fucking internet bloggers"I sit in front of my computer all day and comment onEverything, I'm an expert on everything, everything sucks, play the next song"Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot prickWith Biggie and kicked the living shit out of you, I'd be dead wrongSon of God I'm not soft like a wet log, force never gets cloggedI'm so full of self-esteem that I sweat fogYes, yes y’all, steady on the left, y’allStep off of it or you get stepped on softBout as commercial as my fucking leo jetJealously’ll get you as green as a Chia PetI can see that you’re visibly upset, dawgAlert, alert, girl, alertOnce you went into the house of pain hearing a world of hurt soJump around, jump, jump, get that ass shakingJump around, jump, jump, came to hit you with a fan favoriteBut if you too fly for coach better get them get them arms and freaking hands flailingJump like Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwindMore afraid of success than I am of failureSo what does that tell ya?That on a grand scale I don’t give a fuck about nothingLike Stan mailing his last piece of fan mailBefore he ran straight into the damn railingChill, man, chill Aus Songtexte Mania