Intro
Cm6 F#aug Gm Gm/D Cm6 F#aug Gm Cm
Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
Cm6 F#aug
Why, Dad?
Gm Gm/D Cm6 F#aug Gm Cm
Because you came out of my balls, nigga, hahahahahaha
[Chorus]
Cm6
Fuck rap
F#aug Gm
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Gm/D Cm6
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
F#aug Gm Cm
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Cm6
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
F#aug
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
Gm Gm/D Cm6
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
F#aug Gm
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies
[Verse 1]
Cm Cm6
I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out
F#aug Gm Gm/D
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about
Cm6
And I dare you to test me
F#aug Gm
'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me
Cm Cm6
And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration
F#aug
But I'm full of innovation
Gm Gm/D Cm6
And I'm tired of all of this high school "He's cool, he's not" rap shit
F#aug Gm Cm
Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit
Cm6 F#aug Gm
No, this ain't a diss to the game, this a gas to the flame
Gm/D Cm6
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame
F#aug Gm
Like a moth to the flame, I'ma reel 'em in and kill 'em
Cm Cm6
Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
F#aug Gm
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself
Gm/D Cm6
Mass murder like this can't be good for my health
F#aug Gm
When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?
Cm Cm6
Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit
F#aug
Yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Gm Gm/D
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Cm6 F#aug
Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?
Gm N.C.
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit
[Chorus]
Cm6
Fuck rap
F#aug Gm
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Gm/D Cm6
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
F#aug Gm Cm
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Cm6
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
F#aug
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
Gm Gm/D Cm6
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
F#aug
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika
Gm Cm
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady
[Verse 2]
Cm6 F#aug Gm
There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide
Cm Cm6
Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die
F#aug Gm N.C.
We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide
N.C.
I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes
Cm6
No, we ain't fuckin' with that
F#aug Gm
Yeah, there's a time and a place
Gm/D Cm6
But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps
F#aug Gm
Callin' yourself the greatest alive
Cm
Then you don't deserve to do that
Cm6 F#aug
No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that
Gm
You gon' get smacked
Gm/D Cm6
You gon' make Bobby attack
F#aug
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap
Gm Cm
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)
[Chorus]
Cm6
Fuck rap
F#aug Gm
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Gm/D Cm6
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
F#aug Gm Cm
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Cm6
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
F#aug
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
Gm Gm/D Cm6
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
F#aug
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika
Gm Cm
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady
[Verse 3]
Cm6 F#aug
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z
Gm Gm/D
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything
Cm6 F#aug
Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing
Gm Cm
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
Cm6 F#aug
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
Gm Gm/D
Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover
Cm6 F#aug
Your body goes limp and slumps over
Gm Cm
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Cm6 F#aug Gm Gm/D
Hol' up, I said "Rover" because now your Rover is red
Cm6 F#aug
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
Gm Cm
But I roll over my opponents instead
Cm6 F#aug Gm
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
Gm/D
I'll go slow for the speds
Cm6 F#aug
But when I go (Roof!) like the Dobermann said
Gm Cm
I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha)
Cm6 F#aug
Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit
Gm Gm/D
With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw
Cm6 F#aug
Figured it was about time for people to eat crow
Gm Cm
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
Cm6 F#aug
I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes
Gm Gm/D Cm6 F#aug
From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T
Gm
Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though
Cm
'Cause MCs know
Cm6 F#aug
But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
Gm
Your shit is ass like a tailbone
Gm/D
Or you're trapped in your cell phone
Cm6 F#aug
Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
Gm Cm
I don't wanna fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote
Cm6 F#aug
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Gm Gm/D
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
Cm6 F#aug
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still
Gm
Now money's not a big deal
Cm Cm6
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'
F#aug Gm
Big bills like a platypus
Gm/D
B caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis
Cm6 F#aug
I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'
Gm Cm
Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate
Cm6 F#aug
Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin
Gm Gm/D
And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again
Cm6 F#aug
B handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
N.C. Cm6
And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap
F#aug
I sound like a fuckin' millionaire
Gm
With a Derringer with a hair trigger
Gm/D Cm6 F#aug
'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper
Gm Cm
Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
Cm6 F#aug
When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct
Gm
I'm 'bout to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it
Gm/D Cm6
I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket
F#aug
Abraca-fuckin'-dabra
Gm Cm
The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it
Cm6 F#aug
What? Dracula, fuck that shit
Gm
I'm up, back with a thud
N.C.
Man, stop
[Outro]
N.C.
Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to
N.C.
Do all this while ya panickin'
N.C.
And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins
N.C.
And I'm goin' to Fanagans
N.C.
Trying to get up a plan against
N.C.
All of the blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigans
N.C.
While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana
N.C.
You're in a cab-
N.C.
I'm in a cabana and a Janet
N.C.
I'm in a cabana chantin' all this standup banter
N.C.
While you don't got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina
N.C.
You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford
N.C.
And I'm in a Porsche on the floorboards
N.C.
While I'm world tourin'
N.C.
You usin' way too many napkins, papkins
N.C.
Lapkins and chapki-
N.C.
You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin'
N.C.
Flappin' around like a bapkin'
N.C.
Flamminababbitapannitajampkin
N.C.
Dammit, a can of pada-
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