Intro
A#m6 Eaug Fm Fm/C A#m6 Eaug Fm A#m
Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
A#m6 Eaug
Why, Dad?
Fm Fm/C A#m6 Eaug Fm A#m
Because you came out of my balls, nigga, hahahahahaha
[Chorus]
A#m6
Fuck rap
Eaug Fm
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Fm/C A#m6
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Eaug Fm A#m
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
A#m6
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Eaug
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
Fm Fm/C A#m6
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
Eaug Fm
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies
[Verse 1]
A#m A#m6
I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out
Eaug Fm Fm/C
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about
A#m6
And I dare you to test me
Eaug Fm
'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me
A#m A#m6
And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration
Eaug
But I'm full of innovation
Fm Fm/C A#m6
And I'm tired of all of this high school "He's cool, he's not" rap shit
Eaug Fm A#m
Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit
A#m6 Eaug Fm
No, this ain't a diss to the game, this a gas to the flame
Fm/C A#m6
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame
Eaug Fm
Like a moth to the flame, I'ma reel 'em in and kill 'em
A#m A#m6
Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
Eaug Fm
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself
Fm/C A#m6
Mass murder like this can't be good for my health
Eaug Fm
When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?
A#m A#m6
Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit
Eaug
Yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Fm Fm/C
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit
A#m6 Eaug
Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?
Fm N.C.
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit
[Chorus]
A#m6
Fuck rap
Eaug Fm
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Fm/C A#m6
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Eaug Fm A#m
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
A#m6
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Eaug
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
Fm Fm/C A#m6
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
Eaug
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika
Fm A#m
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady
[Verse 2]
A#m6 Eaug Fm
There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide
A#m A#m6
Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die
Eaug Fm 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
A#m6
No, we ain't fuckin' with that
Eaug Fm
Yeah, there's a time and a place
Fm/C A#m6
But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps
Eaug Fm
Callin' yourself the greatest alive
A#m
Then you don't deserve to do that
A#m6 Eaug
No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that
Fm
You gon' get smacked
Fm/C A#m6
You gon' make Bobby attack
Eaug
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap
Fm A#m
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)
[Chorus]
A#m6
Fuck rap
Eaug Fm
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Fm/C A#m6
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Eaug Fm A#m
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
A#m6
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Eaug
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
Fm Fm/C A#m6
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
Eaug
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika
Fm A#m
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady
[Verse 3]
A#m6 Eaug
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z
Fm Fm/C
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything
A#m6 Eaug
Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing
Fm A#m
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
A#m6 Eaug
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
Fm Fm/C
Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover
A#m6 Eaug
Your body goes limp and slumps over
Fm A#m
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
A#m6 Eaug Fm Fm/C
Hol' up, I said "Rover" because now your Rover is red
A#m6 Eaug
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
Fm A#m
But I roll over my opponents instead
A#m6 Eaug Fm
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
Fm/C
I'll go slow for the speds
A#m6 Eaug
But when I go (Roof!) like the Dobermann said
Fm A#m
I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha)
A#m6 Eaug
Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit
Fm Fm/C
With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw
A#m6 Eaug
Figured it was about time for people to eat crow
Fm A#m
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
A#m6 Eaug
I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes
Fm Fm/C A#m6 Eaug
From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T
Fm
Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though
A#m
'Cause MCs know
A#m6 Eaug
But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
Fm
Your shit is ass like a tailbone
Fm/C
Or you're trapped in your cell phone
A#m6 Eaug
Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
Fm A#m
I don't wanna fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote
A#m6 Eaug
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Fm Fm/C
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
A#m6 Eaug
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still
Fm
Now money's not a big deal
A#m A#m6
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'
Eaug Fm
Big bills like a platypus
Fm/C
A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis
A#m6 Eaug
I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'
Fm A#m
Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate
A#m6 Eaug
Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin
Fm Fm/C
And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again
A#m6 Eaug
A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
N.C. A#m6
And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap
Eaug
I sound like a fuckin' millionaire
Fm
With a Derringer with a hair trigger
Fm/C A#m6 Eaug
'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper
Fm A#m
Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
A#m6 Eaug
When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct
Fm
I'm 'bout to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it
Fm/C A#m6
I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket
Eaug
Abraca-fuckin'-dabra
Fm A#m
The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it
A#m6 Eaug
What? Dracula, fuck that shit
Fm
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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