Intro
Gm6 C#aug Dm Dm/A Gm6 C#aug Dm Gm
Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
Gm6 C#aug
Why, Dad?
Dm Dm/A Gm6 C#aug Dm Gm
Because you came out of my balls, nigga, hahahahahaha
[Chorus]
Gm6
Fuck rap
C#aug Dm
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Dm/A Gm6
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
C#aug Dm Gm
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Gm6
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
C#aug
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
Dm Dm/A Gm6
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
C#aug Dm
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies
[Verse 1]
Gm Gm6
I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out
C#aug Dm Dm/A
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about
Gm6
And I dare you to test me
C#aug Dm
'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me
Gm Gm6
And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration
C#aug
But I'm full of innovation
Dm Dm/A Gm6
And I'm tired of all of this high school "He's cool, he's not" rap shit
C#aug Dm Gm
Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit
Gm6 C#aug Dm
No, this ain't a diss to the game, this a gas to the flame
Dm/A Gm6
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame
C#aug Dm
Like a moth to the flame, I'ma reel 'em in and kill 'em
Gm Gm6
Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
C#aug Dm
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself
Dm/A Gm6
Mass murder like this can't be good for my health
C#aug Dm
When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?
Gm Gm6
Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit
C#aug
Yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Dm Dm/A
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Gm6 C#aug
Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?
Dm N.C.
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit
[Chorus]
Gm6
Fuck rap
C#aug Dm
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Dm/A Gm6
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
C#aug Dm Gm
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Gm6
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
C#aug
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
Dm Dm/A Gm6
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
C#aug
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika
Dm Gm
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady
[Verse 2]
Gm6 C#aug Dm
There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide
Gm Gm6
Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die
C#aug Dm 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
Gm6
No, we ain't fuckin' with that
C#aug Dm
Yeah, there's a time and a place
Dm/A Gm6
But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps
C#aug Dm
Callin' yourself the greatest alive
Gm
Then you don't deserve to do that
Gm6 C#aug
No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that
Dm
You gon' get smacked
Dm/A Gm6
You gon' make Bobby attack
C#aug
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap
Dm Gm
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)
[Chorus]
Gm6
Fuck rap
C#aug Dm
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Dm/A Gm6
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
C#aug Dm Gm
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Gm6
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
C#aug
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
Dm Dm/A Gm6
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
C#aug
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika
Dm Gm
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady
[Verse 3]
Gm6 C#aug
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z
Dm Dm/A
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything
Gm6 C#aug
Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing
Dm Gm
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
Gm6 C#aug
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
Dm Dm/A
Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover
Gm6 C#aug
Your body goes limp and slumps over
Dm Gm
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Gm6 C#aug Dm Dm/A
Hol' up, I said "Rover" because now your Rover is red
Gm6 C#aug
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
Dm Gm
But I roll over my opponents instead
Gm6 C#aug Dm
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
Dm/A
I'll go slow for the speds
Gm6 C#aug
But when I go (Roof!) like the Dobermann said
Dm Gm
I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha)
Gm6 C#aug
Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit
Dm Dm/A
With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw
Gm6 C#aug
Figured it was about time for people to eat crow
Dm Gm
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
Gm6 C#aug
I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes
Dm Dm/A Gm6 C#aug
From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T
Dm
Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though
Gm
'Cause MCs know
Gm6 C#aug
But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
Dm
Your shit is ass like a tailbone
Dm/A
Or you're trapped in your cell phone
Gm6 C#aug
Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
Dm Gm
I don't wanna fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote
Gm6 C#aug
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Dm Dm/A
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
Gm6 C#aug
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still
Dm
Now money's not a big deal
Gm Gm6
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'
C#aug Dm
Big bills like a platypus
Dm/A
F# caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis
Gm6 C#aug
I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'
Dm Gm
Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate
Gm6 C#aug
Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin
Dm Dm/A
And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again
Gm6 C#aug
F# handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
N.C. Gm6
And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap
C#aug
I sound like a fuckin' millionaire
Dm
With a Derringer with a hair trigger
Dm/A Gm6 C#aug
'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper
Dm Gm
Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
Gm6 C#aug
When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct
Dm
I'm 'bout to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it
Dm/A Gm6
I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket
C#aug
Abraca-fuckin'-dabra
Dm Gm
The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it
Gm6 C#aug
What? Dracula, fuck that shit
Dm
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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