Calm Down feat. Eminem

歌詞

Turn my mic up Turn my mic up (Ready on the right) Ayo, calm down, nigga (Ready on the left) Ayo, calm down, nigga (Ready on the right) Ayo, calm down, nigga (Ready on the left) Fuck it, blackout, niggas! 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!) Ground zero, Shapiro the king cash cow (Cow!) Do I make 'em say "Wow!"? Strip! (Ow!) Bow! I sit with the pound, Click, (Blow!) Blow! Click, click, (Blow!) Click, (Blow!) 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 Fahrvergnügen 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 (*Gasp!*)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— (Ahh!) 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 Andgather 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 (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 Niggas is asking if the hook had died, nah But the beat is fried! Yo (Ready on the right) Ayo, calm down, nigga (Ready on the left) Ayo, calm down, nigga (Ready on-) ("Yo, chill, man—chill!") (Ready on the right) Ayo, calm down, nigga (Ready on the left) Ayo, calm down, nigga (Ready on the right) Ayo, calm down, nigga (Ready 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 (Ew) 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!"