Bài hát Calm Down (feat. Eminem) Báo Lỗi

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