Calm Down

Album: Extinction Level Event 2: The Wrath of God (2014)
Charted: 63 94
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  • 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) Fuck it, blackout niggas!
    Oh my Lord

    Lower the casket down (down!)
    Sprinkle the ash, or get your ass kicked, pow!
    Frown while I shit on your crown, skip town (town!)
    Ground zero, Shapiro, the king cash cow
    Do I make 'em say "Wow!"? Strip! (Ow!)
    Bow! I sit with the pound, click, blaow!
    Click, click, (blaow!) Click, (blaow!)
    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 knockoffs
    When I pop off and never stop, 'cause
    When we do come through, you better lock doors (pause!)
    The wolves wanna eat, peep how they lock jaws
    No need to cook up the coke, you see? We cop raw
    And if you ain't had enough
    What in the fat fishes of a phenomenal fahrvergnugen fuck is going on?
    Back with the B.A Baracus, 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
    See these scales, got my weight up heavy, like three whales
    And I shit on these males, till it's stinkin'
    Fouler, than a weed smell, nigga, your tree fell
    See how they Twitter, Facebook and Instagramming an email?
    Talking I'm sick, 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 bred, and whoop 'em and drag 'em like females
    Oh, see well, these niggas already know
    The way that I fuck shit up, minus the details, the case is shut
    Your bitch remind me of replacement butt
    Kind of an ancient slut, it's going down
    Like she was a basement fuck
    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 attacking
    Like apes in the cut, I'm waiting for the taking
    While I break niggas neck, like a bracelet (fuck!)
    It's kinda like, me having a case in the truck
    And drinking 'til I'm blasted
    Harassing and erase a nigga (what!?)
    Keeping 'em open and blacking until I'm leaving 'em stuck
    And 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 (Ah!)
    Missiles I fling, while I spit live wire
    'Til this shit circling back around
    With more fire for me to melt a brick surfacing back a sound
    While I light up shit that'll cause a quick worship
    And gather around, it's certain this shit'll splatter cliques
    Painful and make 'em scatter (blink!)
    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 it's (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 rabies cake, like a pastry bitch
    (We that sick!) Like I come from Haiti
    I'm suggesting you pay me, don't make me wanna spaz
    (Al-la-la!) Like I'm a crazy Israeli (bastards!)
    While I bite the beat up, and I'm starting to heat up (uack!)
    And 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, nah
    But the beat is fried!

    (Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down, nigga
    (Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down, nigga
    (Steady on)
    ("Yo, chill, man chill!")
    (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!

    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 fucking 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's 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
    "Yay! 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, fuck making a bad impression
    That's the worst impersonation I've ever seen
    Who raps nasally? Eyes hazely?
    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 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, faggot (ww)
    See me on a ballot, I'm running for class clown
    Rich Democrat, bitch, so I'm just the candidate
    To come fuck up the whole party
    Me and Flipmode starting a campaign
    To have every campus, on a fucking 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, with Sway & Tech radio
    When I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
    I almost fell asleep on the Wake Up Show
    Fuck 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 fucking with vets, dog, fucking 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
    'Cause I'm so full of self-esteem, that I sweat fog
    Yes, yes, y'all (Wah!) Steady on the left, y'all
    Step off, 'fore you get stepped on
    Soft? 'Bout as commercial as my fucking Learjet
    Jealousy'll get you green as a Chia Pet
    I can see that you're visibly upset, dog
    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 freaking hands flailing and ("Jump!")
    Like Van Halen and pray for a damn tailwind
    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 fuck about nothing
    Like Stan mailing his last piece of fan mail
    Before he ran straight into the damn railing

    "Yo, chill, man chill!" Writer/s: Marshall Mathers, Trevor Smith
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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