F**k 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
Even suicide, no f**k 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' out 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
'Cause not a single one of you motherf**kers 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 motherf**kers even rap? Shit
No, this ain't a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame
Like a moth to the flame,
I'm a realer man, a killer
Know you feelin' it, I sizzle
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,
'cause I'm killin' this shit
Yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Bobby, how many time you been killin' this shit?
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit
F**k 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
Even suicide, no f**k 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 (Do-do-do) 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 f**kin' 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)
F**k 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
Even suicide, no f**k 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-jigga like JAY-Z
Jig is up, you f**kers who didn't write anything
Are getting washed now, liga liga liga, like bathing
Young Hova, I know hittas 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
Hol' up, I said rover because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
But I rode over my opponents instead
Makin' dog sounds
'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
I'll go slow for the speds
But when I go (Roof!) like the doberman said
I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head
Beast mode, motherf**kers
'bout to get hit with so many foul lines
You 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 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 f**kin' thing though 'cause MCs know
But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
Your shit is ass like a tail bone
And you're trapped in your cell phone
I'ma chicken scratch, I'ma self-loathe
I don't want to f**kin' listen to you spit your rap 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 'cause you motherf**kers are scatterin'
Batterin' everything. And I've had it with the inadequate
Man I can see my d**k is standin' stiff as a mannequin
And I'm bringin' the bandana back
And the f**kin' headband again, a handkerchief
And I'm thinkin' of bringin' the f**kin' fingerless gloves back
And not giving a singular f**k, like f**k rap
I sound like a f**kin' millionaire
With the Darringer with a hair trigger
'Bout to bear hug your f**kin' terrier to ric flair drip
And y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
When I vent, they compare me to a f**kin' air duct
I'm about to bare knuckle it, nah f**k it
I'm gonna go upside the head with a Nantucket
Abraca-f**kin'-dabra
The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it
What, Dracula? F**k that shit
I'm up, back with a thud
Man, stop
