Intro
Fm6 Baug Cm Cm/G Fm6 Baug Cm Fm
Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
Fm6 Baug
Why, Dad?
Cm Cm/G Fm6 Baug Cm Fm
Because you came out of my balls, nigga, hahahahahaha
[Chorus]
Fm6
Fuck rap
Baug Cm
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Cm/G Fm6
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Baug Cm Fm
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Fm6
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Baug
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
Cm Cm/G Fm6
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
Baug Cm
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies
[Verse 1]
Fm Fm6
I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out
Baug Cm Cm/G
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about
Fm6
And I dare you to test me
Baug Cm
'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me
Fm Fm6
And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration
Baug
But I'm full of innovation
Cm Cm/G Fm6
And I'm tired of all of this high school "He's cool, he's not" rap shit
Baug Cm Fm
Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit
Fm6 Baug Cm
No, this ain't a diss to the game, this a gas to the flame
Cm/G Fm6
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame
Baug Cm
Like a moth to the flame, I'ma reel 'em in and kill 'em
Fm Fm6
Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
Baug Cm
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself
Cm/G Fm6
Mass murder like this can't be good for my health
Baug Cm
When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?
Fm Fm6
Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit
Baug
Yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Cm Cm/G
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Fm6 Baug
Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?
Cm N.C.
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit
[Chorus]
Fm6
Fuck rap
Baug Cm
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Cm/G Fm6
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Baug Cm Fm
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Fm6
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Baug
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
Cm Cm/G Fm6
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
Baug
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika
Cm Fm
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady
[Verse 2]
Fm6 Baug Cm
There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide
Fm Fm6
Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die
Baug Cm 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
Fm6
No, we ain't fuckin' with that
Baug Cm
Yeah, there's a time and a place
Cm/G Fm6
But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps
Baug Cm
Callin' yourself the greatest alive
Fm
Then you don't deserve to do that
Fm6 Baug
No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that
Cm
You gon' get smacked
Cm/G Fm6
You gon' make Bobby attack
Baug
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap
Cm Fm
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)
[Chorus]
Fm6
Fuck rap
Baug Cm
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Cm/G Fm6
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Baug Cm Fm
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Fm6
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Baug
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
Cm Cm/G Fm6
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
Baug
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika
Cm Fm
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady
[Verse 3]
Fm6 Baug
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z
Cm Cm/G
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything
Fm6 Baug
Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing
Cm Fm
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
Fm6 Baug
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
Cm Cm/G
Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover
Fm6 Baug
Your body goes limp and slumps over
Cm Fm
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Fm6 Baug Cm Cm/G
Hol' up, I said "Rover" because now your Rover is red
Fm6 Baug
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
Cm Fm
But I roll over my opponents instead
Fm6 Baug Cm
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
Cm/G
I'll go slow for the speds
Fm6 Baug
But when I go (Roof!) like the Dobermann said
Cm Fm
I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha)
Fm6 Baug
Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit
Cm Cm/G
With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw
Fm6 Baug
Figured it was about time for people to eat crow
Cm Fm
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
Fm6 Baug
I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes
Cm Cm/G Fm6 Baug
From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T
Cm
Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though
Fm
'Cause MCs know
Fm6 Baug
But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
Cm
Your shit is ass like a tailbone
Cm/G
Or you're trapped in your cell phone
Fm6 Baug
Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
Cm Fm
I don't wanna fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote
Fm6 Baug
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Cm Cm/G
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
Fm6 Baug
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still
Cm
Now money's not a big deal
Fm Fm6
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'
Baug Cm
Big bills like a platypus
Cm/G
E caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis
Fm6 Baug
I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'
Cm Fm
Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate
Fm6 Baug
Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin
Cm Cm/G
And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again
Fm6 Baug
E handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
N.C. Fm6
And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap
Baug
I sound like a fuckin' millionaire
Cm
With a Derringer with a hair trigger
Cm/G Fm6 Baug
'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper
Cm Fm
Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
Fm6 Baug
When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct
Cm
I'm 'bout to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it
Cm/G Fm6
I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket
Baug
Abraca-fuckin'-dabra
Cm Fm
The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it
Fm6 Baug
What? Dracula, fuck that shit
Cm
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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