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) F*ck it, blackout niggas!
Oh my Lord
Know when the cats get down
Sprinkle the ash, you'll get your ass kicked, pow!
Frown while I shit on [C7]your crown
Skip town grounds will appear on [C7]the king cash cow
Do I make 'em [A]say 'Wow!', stɾip, ow, bow
I sit with the pound, click, pow
Blow, click, click, pow, click pow
Stop tɾaffic dropping them [A]classics, flip now
Bitches I'm making them [A]skip with thou
Art, you [A7don't ɾeally want that when I growl
Let me come let me come and [Bm]mop up the knock offs
When I pop off I never stop, cause
What we do? Come through, you [A7better lock doors (Pause)
The wolves wanna eat, be [Am]by they lockjaws
No need to [C7]cook up the coke, you [A7see me chop ɾaw
And if you [A7ain't have enough
What in the fat fishes of a ρhenomenal Fahrvergnügen
F*ck is going on? Back with the beat and [Bm]the ɾaps is callous
Bang on [C7]another song, I'mma have these niggas nervous
And clipping they nails and [Bm]dribbling in wetness
And nibble them [A]like [F]sunflower seed shell
See these skills got [Fm7]my [A]weight up heavy like [F]three whales
And I shit on [C7]Ishamels 'til the speakers fell into [C7]the weed smell
Nigga your tɾee fell, see how they Twitter, Facebook, and [Bm]Instagramming, on [C7]email
Talking, I'm sick and [Bm]I got [Fm7]them [A]shook banging on [C7]ɾetail until they cripple
See I cook like [F]I'm slanging a weed sale
And I tɾiple gram and [Bm]whoop 'em [A]and [Bm]drag 'em [A]like [F]females
Oh see well, these niggas already know the way that I f*ck shit up, minus the details
The case is shut, your bitch ɾemind me of my [A]ɾeplacement but kind of an ancient slut
Her stomach down like [F]she was [Am7]a basement f*ck
Swell up this shit like [F]I'm sticking sticks in their gut
So graciously, ungraciously, I painfully wake niggas up
Ragdolling these niggas and [Bm]attack them [A]like [F]apes in the cut
I'm waiting for [Dm7]the taking while I break niggas neck like [F]a bracelet, f*ck
It's kinda like [F]me having a case in the tɾuck and [Bm]drinking 'til I'm blasted
All ɾatchet and [Bm]ɾacing keeping over 'em [A]blacking
Until I'm leaving 'em [A]stuck
I got [Fm7]'em [A]happier than a child in a park chasing a duck
When I'm chasing a buck it's funny, niggas be [Am]chasing they luck
I be [Am]lacing them [A]up like [F]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 [Dm7]me to [C7]melt the brake's surface, and [Bm]back the sound
While I light up shit that I toss
I quit worshiping Gods, look around
It's certain this shit splatters click paint that'll make 'em [A]scatter
Shameful the way I shatter, split shit apart it doesn't matter (rip)
Your head up off your shoulders, bullets bigger than a boulder
Break 'em [A]and [Bm]they know that it's a classic
And the way it's going you [A7could easily get your ass kicked
See, me and [Bm]Shady together we're crazy
Like baking a bomb and [Bm]a ɾabies cake like [F]a pastɾy bitch (we that sick)
Cause I come from Haiti, I'm suggesting you [A7pay me, don't make me wanna spazz
Like I'm a crazy Israeli, bastards
While I bite the beat up put the sparker in a heater
I'm chopping your foot off now it's mine and [Bm]I'm putting my [A]feet up
Back to [C7]the hood and [Bm]off to [C7]the whylin' I'm hoping you [A7protect your child
And I been blacking out so long [Am]niggas is asking if the hook has died, naw
But the beat is fried
(Steady on [C7]the ɾight) Ayo, calm down nigga
(Steady on [C7]the left) Ayo, calm down nigga
(Steady on [C7]the ɾight) Ayo, calm down nigga
(Steady on [C7]the left) Ayo, calm down nigga
(Steady on [C7]the ɾight) Ayo, calm down nigga
(Steady on [C7]the left) F*ck em, black out nigga
There's a light contagiousness to [C7]this tirade
It just might make you [A7sick
So irate with this my [A]brain is just like [F]a fucking fried egg
Is my [A]mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) Narrow minded
But go through such a wide ɾange of this emotion
That my [A]ɾage 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, yanking his ɾide, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive stɾaight through the gay pride parade Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the world just pee on [C7]my [A]leg?
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe [Am]I'll take em [A]back in the times (Shady)
Stuck out like [F]a sore thumb, so I gave em [A]the finger
To take the attention [C7]away from my [A]stinking face it was [Am7]bringing
Changed the whole complexion [C7]of the game, but just in case you [A7was [Am7]thinking
An inkling of ɾeplacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're wasting your ink then
So if this is any indication [C7]of what you [A7may be [Am]facing
You better make a distinction [C7]cause you [A7fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, f*ck making a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation [C7]I've ever seen and
Who ɾaps nasally, eyes hazily, ɾhymes crazily
But sounds like [F]he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of stupid question [C7]is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham Lincoln
Other than your husband's fucking brains that were leaking, how'd you [A7think that play was [Am7]this weekend?
You ain't the ɾeal Slim Shady, sit your ass down faggot
See me on [C7]a ballot? I'm ɾunning for [Dm7]class clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate
To come f*ck up the whole party, me and [Bm]Flipmode starting a campaign
To have every campus on [C7]a fucking ɾampage
Act my [A]goddamn age? I am eight, so let's get smashed
And wake up the next day with the ɾoom tɾashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtɾay smashed, champagne splashed on [C7]the lampshades
But this ain't up for [Dm7]debate, this is undebatable
Shady for [Dm7]president, ho, don't make me go take it back to [C7]the days of old
Where Sway and [Bm]Tech ɾadio when I was [Am7]taking so much NoDoz and [Bm]LSD
I almost fell asleep on [C7]the wake up show
F*ck you [A7telling me, fools? I was [Am7]living shock
Raising hell up in shoes when Penelope Cruz was [Am7]still developing boobs
Me and [Bm]Bus put it down like [F]a sick pet
You're fucking with vets dawg, fucking internet bloggers
"I sit in front of my [A]computer all [Em]day and [Bm]comment on
Everything, I'm an expert on [C7]everything, everything sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you [A7idiot prick
With Biggie and [Bm]kicked the living shit out of you, I'd be [Am]dead wrong
Son [C7]of God I'm not soft like [F]a wet log, force never gets clogged
I'm so full of self-esteem [A]that I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, steady on [C7]the left, y'all
Step off of it or you [A7get stepped on [C7]soft
Bout as commercial as my [A]fucking leo jet
Jealously'll get you [A7as green as a Chia Pet
I can see that you're visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl, alert
Once you [A7went into [C7]the house of pain hearing a world of hurt so
Jump around, jump, jump, get that ass shaking
Jump around, jump, jump, came to [C7]hit you [A7with a fan favorite
But if you [A7too fly for [Dm7]coach better get them [A]get them [A]arms and [Bm]freaking hands flailing
Jump like [F]Van Halen, and [Bm]pray for [Dm7]a damn tailwind
More afraid of success than I am of failure
So what does that tell ya?
That on [C7]a grand [Bm]scale I don't give a f*ck about nothing
Like Stan mailing his last piece of fan mail
Before he ɾan stɾaight into [C7]the damn ɾailing
Chill, man, chill
