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