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Исполнитель: Eminem
Название песни: Calm Down
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Eminem - Calm Down (feat. Busta Rhymes) текст песни, lyrics

[Produced by Scoop DeVille] 

[Intro: Busta Rhymes] 
Turn my mic up 
Turn my mic up 

[Hook: Busta Rhymes] 
(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 

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] 
Lower the casket down 
Sprinkle the ash, you’ll get your ass kicked, pow! 
Frown while I shit on your crown, skip town 
Ground zero appear on the king cash 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 
(rawr, rawr, rawr) let me come and mop up the knock offs 
When I pop off I never stop, cause 
When we do come through, you better lock doors (PAUSE) 
The wolves wanna eat, be by they lockjaws 
No need to cook up the coke, you see me chop raw 
And if you ain’t have enough 
What in the fat fishes of a phenomenal Fahrvergnügen 
Fuck is going on? Back with the beat and the raps is callous 
Bang on another song, I’mma have these niggas nervous 
And clipping they nails and dribbling in wetness 
And nibble them like sunflower seed shell 
See these skills got my weight up heavy like three whales 
And I shit on Ishmaels ‘til they’re stinkin' foul and my weed smell 
Nigga your tree fell 
See how they Twitter, Facebook and Instagramming or email 
Talking, I’m sick and I got them shook 
And I bang em at retail until they cripple 
See I cook like I’m slanging a weed sale 
And I triple gram 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 my replacement 
But kind of an ancient slut 
It's going down like she was a basement fuck 
Swell up this shit like I’m sticking sticks in their gut 
So gracefully, ungraciously, I painfully wake niggas up 
Ragdolling these niggas and attack them 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 around and racing (crunk) keeping 'em over 
And blackening until I’m leaving ‘em stuck 
I got ‘em happier than a child in a park chasing a duck 
When I’m chasing a buck it’s 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 the break's surface 
And back the sound 
While I light up shit that I toss 
I quit worshiping Gods, look around 
Exerting, the shit splatters click painful that’ll make ‘em scatter 
Shameful the way I shatter, should have parted the matter (rip) 
Your head up off your shoulders 
With bullets bigger than a boulder 
Break ‘em and they know that it’s a 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 bomb and a rabies cake like a pastry bitch 
(We're that sick?) 
Cause I come from Haiti, I’m suggesting you pay me 
Don’t make me wanna spazz (Alalala) 
Like I’m a crazy Israeli, bastards 
While I bite the beat up and I'm starting to heat up 
I’m chopping your foot off now it’s mine 
And I’m putting my feet up 
Back to the hood and off to the whylin’ 
I’m hoping you protect your child 
And I been blacking out so long 
Niggas is asking if the hook has died, naw 
But the beat is fried! 

[Hook: Busta Rhymes] 

[Verse 2: Eminem] 
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 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 times (Shady) 
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 
You're 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 hazelly, rhymes crazily 
But sounds like he may need some flow, nasally 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, ho 
Don't make me go take it back to the days of old 
Where 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 living shock 
Raising hell up in jews 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 you, I'd be dead wrong 
Son of God I'm not soft like a wet log, pores never get clogged 
I'm so full of self-esteem that I sweat fog 
Yes, yes y’all, steady on the left, y’all 
Step off or you get stepped on soft 
Bout as commercial as my fucking Learjet 
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 arms and freaking hands flailing 
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 

[Outro] 
Chill, man, chill

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