Bbm6
Fuck rap
                Eaug                   Fm
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
                        Fm/C                 Bbm6
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
                 Eaug                          Fm              Bbm
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
                      Bbm6
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
              Eaug
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
    Fm                          Fm/C              Bbm6
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
                      Eaug                    Fm
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies


[Verse 1]
    Bbm                           Bbm6
I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out
      Eaug                 Fm                                  Fm/C
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about
                  Bbm6
And I dare you to test me
                    Eaug                       Fm
'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me
                   Bbm                    Bbm6
And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration
                    Eaug
But I'm full of innovation
                 Fm                       Fm/C                 Bbm6
And I'm tired of all of this high school "He's cool, he's not" rap shit
Eaug                 Fm                     Bbm
 Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit
Bbm6                         Eaug                    Fm
No, this ain't a diss to the game, this a gas to the flame
               Fm/C                        Bbm6
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame
                   Eaug                        Fm
Like a moth to the flame, I'ma reel 'em in and kill 'em
                     Bbm                            Bbm6
Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
      Eaug                   Fm
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself
     Fm/C                      Bbm6
Mass murder like this can't be good for my health
       Eaug                Fm
When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?
         Bbm                             Bbm6
Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit
          Eaug
Yeah, I'm killin' this shit
   Fm                 Fm/C
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit
       Bbm6                    Eaug
Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?
Fm                     N.C.
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit


[Chorus]
Bbm6
Fuck rap
                Eaug                   Fm
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
                        Fm/C                 Bbm6
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
                 Eaug                          Fm              Bbm
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
                      Bbm6
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
              Eaug
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
    Fm                          Fm/C              Bbm6
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
                      Eaug
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika
Fm                              Bbm
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady


[Verse 2]
        Bbm6             Eaug                  Fm
There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide
             Bbm                      Bbm6
Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die
        Eaug                 Fm                    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
             Bbm6
No, we ain't fuckin' with that
Eaug                       Fm
Yeah, there's a time and a place
                 Fm/C                      Bbm6
But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps
            Eaug              Fm
Callin' yourself the greatest alive
                 Bbm
Then you don't deserve to do that
Bbm6                      Eaug
No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that
Fm
You gon' get smacked
Fm/C                  Bbm6
You gon' make Bobby attack
              Eaug
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap
Fm                      Bbm
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)


[Chorus]
Bbm6
Fuck rap
                Eaug                   Fm
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
                        Fm/C                 Bbm6
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
                 Eaug                          Fm              Bbm
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
                      Bbm6
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
              Eaug
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
    Fm                          Fm/C              Bbm6
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
                      Eaug
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika
Fm                              Bbm
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady


[Verse 3]
Bbm6                    Eaug
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z
Fm                         Fm/C
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything
    Bbm6                      Eaug
Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing
Fm                 Bbm
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
Bbm6                 Eaug
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
Fm                   Fm/C
Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover
     Bbm6                Eaug
Your body goes limp and slumps over
       Fm                          Bbm
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
Bbm6  Eaug             Fm                      Fm/C
      Hol' up, I said "Rover" because now your Rover is red
     Bbm6              Eaug
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
      Fm             Bbm
But I roll over my opponents instead
       Bbm6                Eaug                      Fm
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
         Fm/C
I'll go slow for the speds
    Bbm6                       Eaug
But when I go (Roof!) like the Dobermann said
   Fm                           Bbm
I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha)
Bbm6                       Eaug
Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit
             Fm                             Fm/C
With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw
                Bbm6                    Eaug
Figured it was about time for people to eat crow
                 Fm                         Bbm
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
             Bbm6                    Eaug
I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes
         Fm                Fm/C          Bbm6              Eaug
From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T
                            Fm
Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though
        Bbm
'Cause MCs know
    Bbm6                             Eaug
But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
             Fm
Your shit is ass like a tailbone
          Fm/C
Or you're trapped in your cell phone
Bbm6                         Eaug
Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
              Fm                              Bbm
I don't wanna fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote
Bbm6                 Eaug
 Used to get beat up by the big kids
        Fm                        Fm/C
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
      Bbm6                 Eaug
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still
    Fm
Now money's not a big deal
    Bbm             Bbm6
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'
Eaug              Fm
 Big bills like a platypus
                Fm/C
A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis
    Bbm6                                Eaug
I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'
Fm                            Bbm
Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate
Bbm6                               Eaug
Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin
        Fm                                 Fm/C
And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again
  Bbm6                             Eaug
A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
N.C.                                 Bbm6
And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap
               Eaug
I sound like a fuckin' millionaire
       Fm
With a Derringer with a hair trigger
 Fm/C               Bbm6                     Eaug
'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper
               Fm                 Bbm
Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
             Bbm6                         Eaug
When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct
             Fm
I'm 'bout to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it
Fm/C                                  Bbm6
I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket
Eaug
Abraca-fuckin'-dabra
    Fm                        Bbm
The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it
Bbm6           Eaug
What? Dracula, fuck that shit
    Fm
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-