Intro
Dm6 G#aug Am Am/E Dm6 G#aug Am Dm
Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
Dm6 G#aug
Why, Dad?
Am Am/E Dm6 G#aug Am Dm
Because you came out of my balls, nigga, hahahahahaha
[Chorus]
Dm6
Fuck rap
G#aug Am
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Am/E Dm6
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
G#aug Am Dm
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Dm6
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
G#aug
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
Am Am/E Dm6
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
G#aug Am
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies
[Verse 1]
Dm Dm6
I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out
G#aug Am Am/E
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about
Dm6
And I dare you to test me
G#aug Am
'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me
Dm Dm6
And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration
G#aug
But I'm full of innovation
Am Am/E Dm6
And I'm tired of all of this high school "He's cool, he's not" rap shit
G#aug Am Dm
Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit
Dm6 G#aug Am
No, this ain't a diss to the game, this a gas to the flame
Am/E Dm6
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame
G#aug Am
Like a moth to the flame, I'ma reel 'em in and kill 'em
Dm Dm6
Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
G#aug Am
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself
Am/E Dm6
Mass murder like this can't be good for my health
G#aug Am
When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?
Dm Dm6
Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit
G#aug
Yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Am Am/E
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Dm6 G#aug
Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?
Am N.C.
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit
[Chorus]
Dm6
Fuck rap
G#aug Am
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Am/E Dm6
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
G#aug Am Dm
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Dm6
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
G#aug
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
Am Am/E Dm6
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
G#aug
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika
Am Dm
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady
[Verse 2]
Dm6 G#aug Am
There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide
Dm Dm6
Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die
G#aug Am 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
Dm6
No, we ain't fuckin' with that
G#aug Am
Yeah, there's a time and a place
Am/E Dm6
But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps
G#aug Am
Callin' yourself the greatest alive
Dm
Then you don't deserve to do that
Dm6 G#aug
No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that
Am
You gon' get smacked
Am/E Dm6
You gon' make Bobby attack
G#aug
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap
Am Dm
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)
[Chorus]
Dm6
Fuck rap
G#aug Am
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Am/E Dm6
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
G#aug Am Dm
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Dm6
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
G#aug
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
Am Am/E Dm6
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
G#aug
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika
Am Dm
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady
[Verse 3]
Dm6 G#aug
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z
Am Am/E
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything
Dm6 G#aug
Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing
Am Dm
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
Dm6 G#aug
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
Am Am/E
Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover
Dm6 G#aug
Your body goes limp and slumps over
Am Dm
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Dm6 G#aug Am Am/E
Hol' up, I said "Rover" because now your Rover is red
Dm6 G#aug
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
Am Dm
But I roll over my opponents instead
Dm6 G#aug Am
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
Am/E
I'll go slow for the speds
Dm6 G#aug
But when I go (Roof!) like the Dobermann said
Am Dm
I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha)
Dm6 G#aug
Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit
Am Am/E
With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw
Dm6 G#aug
Figured it was about time for people to eat crow
Am Dm
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
Dm6 G#aug
I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes
Am Am/E Dm6 G#aug
From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T
Am
Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though
Dm
'Cause MCs know
Dm6 G#aug
But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
Am
Your shit is ass like a tailbone
Am/E
Or you're trapped in your cell phone
Dm6 G#aug
Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
Am Dm
I don't wanna fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote
Dm6 G#aug
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Am Am/E
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
Dm6 G#aug
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still
Am
Now money's not a big deal
Dm Dm6
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'
G#aug Am
Big bills like a platypus
Am/E
C# caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis
Dm6 G#aug
I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'
Am Dm
Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate
Dm6 G#aug
Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin
Am Am/E
And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again
Dm6 G#aug
C# handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
N.C. Dm6
And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap
G#aug
I sound like a fuckin' millionaire
Am
With a Derringer with a hair trigger
Am/E Dm6 G#aug
'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper
Am Dm
Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
Dm6 G#aug
When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct
Am
I'm 'bout to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it
Am/E Dm6
I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket
G#aug
Abraca-fuckin'-dabra
Am Dm
The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it
Dm6 G#aug
What? Dracula, fuck that shit
Am
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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