Calm Down (feat. Eminem)

Turn my mic up

Turn my mic up

(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down ****

(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down ****

(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down ****

(Steady on the left) Fuck it, blackout ****

Oh my Lord

Lower the casket down, down

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

Frown while I shit on your crown, skip town, town

Grounds Zero, Shapiro the king cash cow, 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, growl

Rawr, rawr, rawr

Let me come and mop up the knock offs (Steady on the)

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 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 Fahrvergnügen

Fuck is going on?

Back with the B.A. Barackus, callous bang on another song

I'ma have these **** nervous

And clipping they nails and dribbling in wetness

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 the weed smell

**** your tree fell

See how they Twitter, Facebook, and Instagramming, a email

Talking, I'm sick, I got 'em shook, and I'm 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

Oh see well, these **** 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 goin' 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 **** up

Rag dolling these **** and attacking like apes in the cut

I'm waiting for the taking

While I break **** neck like a bracelet, fuck

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

And drinking till I'm blasted

Harassing and erase a **** (What?)

Keepin' 'em open and blackin' 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 **** 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, till 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 (Bling)

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 then 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 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 spaz (A-la-la-la-la)

Like I'm a crazy Israeli, bastards

While I bite the beat up and I'm startin' to heat up (Yack)

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 I'm hoping you protect your child

And I been blacking out so long **** is asking if the hook had died, nah

But the beat is fried

(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down ****

(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down ****

(Steady on the)

(Yo chill man, chill, chill, chill)

(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down ****

(Steady on the left) Ayo, calm down ****

(Steady on the right) Ayo, calm down ****

(Steady on the left) Fuck it, blackout ****

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' 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 then 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 in the times (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 and

Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, 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

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

Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm just a 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, hoe

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

Where Sway and Tech radio when I was taking so much No-Doz and LSD

I almost fell asleep on The Wake Up Show (Wake Up Show)

Fuck you telling me, fools? I was ripping shop

Raising 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 dawg, 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 of 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, steady on the left, y'all

Step off of 'fore you get stepped on, soft?

'Bout as commercial as my fucking 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 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)