Intro
Ebm6 Aaug A#m A#m/F Ebm6 Aaug A#m Ebm
Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
Ebm6 Aaug
Why, Dad?
A#m A#m/F Ebm6 Aaug A#m Ebm
Because you came out of my balls, nigga, hahahahahaha
[Chorus]
Ebm6
Fuck rap
Aaug A#m
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
A#m/F Ebm6
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Aaug A#m Ebm
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Ebm6
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Aaug
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
A#m A#m/F Ebm6
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
Aaug A#m
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies
[Verse 1]
Ebm Ebm6
I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out
Aaug A#m A#m/F
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about
Ebm6
And I dare you to test me
Aaug A#m
'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me
Ebm Ebm6
And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration
Aaug
But I'm full of innovation
A#m A#m/F Ebm6
And I'm tired of all of this high school "He's cool, he's not" rap shit
Aaug A#m Ebm
Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit
Ebm6 Aaug A#m
No, this ain't a diss to the game, this a gas to the flame
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Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame
Aaug A#m
Like a moth to the flame, I'ma reel 'em in and kill 'em
Ebm Ebm6
Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
Aaug A#m
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself
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Mass murder like this can't be good for my health
Aaug A#m
When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?
Ebm Ebm6
Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit
Aaug
Yeah, I'm killin' this shit
A#m A#m/F
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Ebm6 Aaug
Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?
A#m N.C.
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit
[Chorus]
Ebm6
Fuck rap
Aaug A#m
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
A#m/F Ebm6
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Aaug A#m Ebm
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Ebm6
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Aaug
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
A#m A#m/F Ebm6
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
Aaug
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika
A#m Ebm
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady
[Verse 2]
Ebm6 Aaug A#m
There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide
Ebm Ebm6
Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die
Aaug A#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
Ebm6
No, we ain't fuckin' with that
Aaug A#m
Yeah, there's a time and a place
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But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps
Aaug A#m
Callin' yourself the greatest alive
Ebm
Then you don't deserve to do that
Ebm6 Aaug
No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that
A#m
You gon' get smacked
A#m/F Ebm6
You gon' make Bobby attack
Aaug
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap
A#m Ebm
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)
[Chorus]
Ebm6
Fuck rap
Aaug A#m
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
A#m/F Ebm6
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Aaug A#m Ebm
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Ebm6
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Aaug
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
A#m A#m/F Ebm6
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
Aaug
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika
A#m Ebm
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady
[Verse 3]
Ebm6 Aaug
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z
A#m A#m/F
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything
Ebm6 Aaug
Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing
A#m Ebm
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
Ebm6 Aaug
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
A#m A#m/F
Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover
Ebm6 Aaug
Your body goes limp and slumps over
A#m Ebm
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Ebm6 Aaug A#m A#m/F
Hol' up, I said "Rover" because now your Rover is red
Ebm6 Aaug
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
A#m Ebm
But I roll over my opponents instead
Ebm6 Aaug A#m
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
A#m/F
I'll go slow for the speds
Ebm6 Aaug
But when I go (Roof!) like the Dobermann said
A#m Ebm
I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha)
Ebm6 Aaug
Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit
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With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw
Ebm6 Aaug
Figured it was about time for people to eat crow
A#m Ebm
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
Ebm6 Aaug
I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes
A#m A#m/F Ebm6 Aaug
From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T
A#m
Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though
Ebm
'Cause MCs know
Ebm6 Aaug
But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
A#m
Your shit is ass like a tailbone
A#m/F
Or you're trapped in your cell phone
Ebm6 Aaug
Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
A#m Ebm
I don't wanna fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote
Ebm6 Aaug
Used to get beat up by the big kids
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Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
Ebm6 Aaug
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still
A#m
Now money's not a big deal
Ebm Ebm6
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'
Aaug A#m
Big bills like a platypus
A#m/F
D caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis
Ebm6 Aaug
I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'
A#m Ebm
Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate
Ebm6 Aaug
Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin
A#m A#m/F
And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again
Ebm6 Aaug
D handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
N.C. Ebm6
And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap
Aaug
I sound like a fuckin' millionaire
A#m
With a Derringer with a hair trigger
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'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper
A#m Ebm
Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
Ebm6 Aaug
When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct
A#m
I'm 'bout to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it
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I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket
Aaug
Abraca-fuckin'-dabra
A#m Ebm
The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it
Ebm6 Aaug
What? Dracula, fuck that shit
A#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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