Intro
Abm6 Daug D#m D#m/A# Abm6 Daug D#m Abm
Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
Abm6 Daug
Why, Dad?
D#m D#m/A# Abm6 Daug D#m Abm
Because you came out of my balls, nigga, hahahahahaha
[Chorus]
Abm6
Fuck rap
Daug D#m
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
D#m/A# Abm6
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Daug D#m Abm
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Abm6
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Daug
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
D#m D#m/A# Abm6
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
Daug D#m
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies
[Verse 1]
Abm Abm6
I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out
Daug D#m D#m/A#
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about
Abm6
And I dare you to test me
Daug D#m
'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me
Abm Abm6
And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration
Daug
But I'm full of innovation
D#m D#m/A# Abm6
And I'm tired of all of this high school "He's cool, he's not" rap shit
Daug D#m Abm
Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit
Abm6 Daug D#m
No, this ain't a diss to the game, this a gas to the flame
D#m/A# Abm6
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame
Daug D#m
Like a moth to the flame, I'ma reel 'em in and kill 'em
Abm Abm6
Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
Daug D#m
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself
D#m/A# Abm6
Mass murder like this can't be good for my health
Daug D#m
When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?
Abm Abm6
Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit
Daug
Yeah, I'm killin' this shit
D#m D#m/A#
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Abm6 Daug
Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?
D#m N.C.
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit
[Chorus]
Abm6
Fuck rap
Daug D#m
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
D#m/A# Abm6
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Daug D#m Abm
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Abm6
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Daug
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
D#m D#m/A# Abm6
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
Daug
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika
D#m Abm
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady
[Verse 2]
Abm6 Daug D#m
There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide
Abm Abm6
Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die
Daug D#m 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
Abm6
No, we ain't fuckin' with that
Daug D#m
Yeah, there's a time and a place
D#m/A# Abm6
But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps
Daug D#m
Callin' yourself the greatest alive
Abm
Then you don't deserve to do that
Abm6 Daug
No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that
D#m
You gon' get smacked
D#m/A# Abm6
You gon' make Bobby attack
Daug
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap
D#m Abm
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)
[Chorus]
Abm6
Fuck rap
Daug D#m
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
D#m/A# Abm6
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Daug D#m Abm
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Abm6
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Daug
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
D#m D#m/A# Abm6
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
Daug
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika
D#m Abm
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady
[Verse 3]
Abm6 Daug
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z
D#m D#m/A#
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything
Abm6 Daug
Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing
D#m Abm
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
Abm6 Daug
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
D#m D#m/A#
Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover
Abm6 Daug
Your body goes limp and slumps over
D#m Abm
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Abm6 Daug D#m D#m/A#
Hol' up, I said "Rover" because now your Rover is red
Abm6 Daug
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
D#m Abm
But I roll over my opponents instead
Abm6 Daug D#m
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
D#m/A#
I'll go slow for the speds
Abm6 Daug
But when I go (Roof!) like the Dobermann said
D#m Abm
I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha)
Abm6 Daug
Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit
D#m D#m/A#
With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw
Abm6 Daug
Figured it was about time for people to eat crow
D#m Abm
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
Abm6 Daug
I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes
D#m D#m/A# Abm6 Daug
From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T
D#m
Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though
Abm
'Cause MCs know
Abm6 Daug
But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
D#m
Your shit is ass like a tailbone
D#m/A#
Or you're trapped in your cell phone
Abm6 Daug
Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
D#m Abm
I don't wanna fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote
Abm6 Daug
Used to get beat up by the big kids
D#m D#m/A#
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
Abm6 Daug
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still
D#m
Now money's not a big deal
Abm Abm6
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'
Daug D#m
Big bills like a platypus
D#m/A#
G caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis
Abm6 Daug
I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'
D#m Abm
Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate
Abm6 Daug
Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin
D#m D#m/A#
And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again
Abm6 Daug
G handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
N.C. Abm6
And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap
Daug
I sound like a fuckin' millionaire
D#m
With a Derringer with a hair trigger
D#m/A# Abm6 Daug
'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper
D#m Abm
Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
Abm6 Daug
When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct
D#m
I'm 'bout to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it
D#m/A# Abm6
I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket
Daug
Abraca-fuckin'-dabra
D#m Abm
The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it
Abm6 Daug
What? Dracula, fuck that shit
D#m
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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