Intro
Am6 D#aug Em Em/B Am6 D#aug Em Am
Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
Am6 D#aug
Why, Dad?
Em Em/B Am6 D#aug Em Am
Because you came out of my balls, nigga, hahahahahaha
[Chorus]
Am6
Fuck rap
D#aug Em
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Em/B Am6
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
D#aug Em Am
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Am6
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
D#aug
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
Em Em/B Am6
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
D#aug Em
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies
[Verse 1]
Am Am6
I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out
D#aug Em Em/B
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about
Am6
And I dare you to test me
D#aug Em
'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me
Am Am6
And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration
D#aug
But I'm full of innovation
Em Em/B Am6
And I'm tired of all of this high school "He's cool, he's not" rap shit
D#aug Em Am
Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit
Am6 D#aug Em
No, this ain't a diss to the game, this a gas to the flame
Em/B Am6
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame
D#aug Em
Like a moth to the flame, I'ma reel 'em in and kill 'em
Am Am6
Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
D#aug Em
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself
Em/B Am6
Mass murder like this can't be good for my health
D#aug Em
When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?
Am Am6
Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit
D#aug
Yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Em Em/B
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Am6 D#aug
Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?
Em N.C.
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit
[Chorus]
Am6
Fuck rap
D#aug Em
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Em/B Am6
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
D#aug Em Am
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Am6
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
D#aug
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
Em Em/B Am6
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
D#aug
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika
Em Am
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady
[Verse 2]
Am6 D#aug Em
There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide
Am Am6
Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die
D#aug Em 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
Am6
No, we ain't fuckin' with that
D#aug Em
Yeah, there's a time and a place
Em/B Am6
But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps
D#aug Em
Callin' yourself the greatest alive
Am
Then you don't deserve to do that
Am6 D#aug
No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that
Em
You gon' get smacked
Em/B Am6
You gon' make Bobby attack
D#aug
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap
Em Am
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)
[Chorus]
Am6
Fuck rap
D#aug Em
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Em/B Am6
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
D#aug Em Am
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Am6
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
D#aug
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
Em Em/B Am6
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
D#aug
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika
Em Am
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady
[Verse 3]
Am6 D#aug
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z
Em Em/B
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything
Am6 D#aug
Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing
Em Am
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
Am6 D#aug
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
Em Em/B
Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover
Am6 D#aug
Your body goes limp and slumps over
Em Am
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Am6 D#aug Em Em/B
Hol' up, I said "Rover" because now your Rover is red
Am6 D#aug
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
Em Am
But I roll over my opponents instead
Am6 D#aug Em
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
Em/B
I'll go slow for the speds
Am6 D#aug
But when I go (Roof!) like the Dobermann said
Em Am
I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha)
Am6 D#aug
Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit
Em Em/B
With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw
Am6 D#aug
Figured it was about time for people to eat crow
Em Am
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
Am6 D#aug
I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes
Em Em/B Am6 D#aug
From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T
Em
Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though
Am
'Cause MCs know
Am6 D#aug
But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
Em
Your shit is ass like a tailbone
Em/B
Or you're trapped in your cell phone
Am6 D#aug
Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
Em Am
I don't wanna fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote
Am6 D#aug
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Em Em/B
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
Am6 D#aug
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still
Em
Now money's not a big deal
Am Am6
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'
D#aug Em
Big bills like a platypus
Em/B
G# caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis
Am6 D#aug
I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'
Em Am
Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate
Am6 D#aug
Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin
Em Em/B
And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again
Am6 D#aug
G# handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
N.C. Am6
And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap
D#aug
I sound like a fuckin' millionaire
Em
With a Derringer with a hair trigger
Em/B Am6 D#aug
'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper
Em Am
Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
Am6 D#aug
When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct
Em
I'm 'bout to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it
Em/B Am6
I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket
D#aug
Abraca-fuckin'-dabra
Em Am
The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it
Am6 D#aug
What? Dracula, fuck that shit
Em
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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