Lời bài hát Calm Down (feat. Eminem)
Turn my mic up
Turn my mic up
Ready on the right
Ayo, calm down, ***
Ready on the left
Ayo, calm down, ***
Ready on the right
Ayo, calm down, ***
Ready on the left
*** it, blackout, ***
Oh, my Lord
Lower the casket down, down
Sprinkle the ash
Or get your *** kicked, pow, pow
Frown while I *** on your crown
Skip town, town
Ground zero, Shapiro, the king cash cow
Cow-cow
Do I make 'em say wow, strip, ow
Bow, I sit with the pound
Click, blaow, blaow
Click, click, blaow, click, blaow
Stop traffic, dropping them classics, flip now
***, 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 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 fahrvergnügen *** is going on
Back with the B.A Baracus
Callous bang, on another song
I’mma have these *** 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 *** on these males
Till it's stinkin'
Fouler, than a *** smell
***, 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 *** sale
Until I triple bred
And whoop ‘em and drag 'em
Like females
Oh, see well, these *** already know
The way that I *** up
Minus the details, the case is shut
Your *** remind me of replacement butt
Kind of an ancient ***, it's going down
Like she was a basement ***
Swell up this ***
Like I’m sticking steaks in they gut
So gracefully and graciously
I painfully wake *** up
Ragdolling these ***, and attacking
Like apes in the cut
I’m waiting for the taking
While I break *** neck
Like a bracelet
It’s kinda like
Me having a *** in the truck
And drinking ‘til I’m ***
*** and erase a ***, 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 *** be chasing they luck
I be lacing them up, like boots
When I’m pushing they face in the mud
Missiles I fling, while I spit live wire
‘til this *** circling back around
With more fire for me
To melt a brick surfacing back a sound
While I light up ***
That'll cause a quick worship
And gather around
It's certain this *** splatter cliques
Painful and make ‘em scatter, blink
Shameful, the way I shatter, split
*** 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 ***-kicked
See, me and Shady together, we’re crazy
Like baking a vomit and rabies cake
Like a pastry ***
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
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
*** is asking if the hook had died
Nah
But the beat is fried
But the beat is fried
Ready on the right
Ayo, calm down, ***
Ready on the left
Ayo, calm down, ***
Ready on
Yo, chill, man—chill
Ready on the right
Ayo, calm down, ***
Ready on the left
Ayo, calm down, ***
Ready on the right
Ayo, calm down, ***
Ready on the left
*** it, blackout, ***
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 *** 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, *** 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
*** 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
*** brains that were leaking
How'd you think that play was this weekend
You ain't the real Slim Shady
Sit your *** down, faggot, ew
See me on a ballot
I'm running for class clown
Rich Democrat, ***
So I'm just the candidate
To come *** up the whole party
Me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To have every campus, on a *** rampage
Act my god*** 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 and 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 ***
Me and Bus put it down
Like a sick pet
You're *** with vets
Dog, *** 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 *** 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 *** 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 *** 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 *** 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 *** about nothing
Like Stan mailing
His last piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the *** railing
Yo, chill, man-chill
