Homicide

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


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


[Chorus]
Bbm6
Fuck rap
                Eaug                
   Fm
Bustin' like an addict with a 
semi-automatic
                        Fm/C     
Who done had it, and he ready for 
            Bbm6
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                          
I'm comin' for your man and his 
Fm/C              Bbm6
lady and even the baby
                      Eaug
I'm feelin' like I'm, 
chika-chika-chika-chika
Fm                              
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim 
Bbm
Shady


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


[Chorus]
Bbm6
Fuck rap
                Eaug                
   Fm
Bustin' like an addict with a 
semi-automatic
                        Fm/C     
Who done had it, and he ready for 
            Bbm6
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                          
I'm comin' for your man and his 
Fm/C              Bbm6
lady and even the baby
                      Eaug
I'm feelin' like I'm, 
chika-chika-chika-chika
Fm                              
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim 
Bbm
Shady


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


[Other]
N.C.
Look what I'm plannin', plannin', 
I'm plannin' to
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Do all this while ya panickin'
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And you're lookin' and starin' at 
mannequins
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And I'm goin' to Fanagans
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Trying to get up a plan against
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All of the 
blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigans
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While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna
 in a cabana
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You're in a cab-
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I'm in a cabana and a Janet
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I'm in a cabana chantin' all this 
standup banter
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While you don't got the stamina, 
you're lackin' the stamina
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You're lackin' the stamina while 
you're divorcin' Harrison Ford
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And I'm in a Porsche on the 
floorboards
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While I'm world tourin'
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You usin' way too many napkins, 
papkins
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Lapkins and chapki-
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You using ChapStick and napkins 
while I'm bapkin'
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Flappin' around like a bapkin'
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Flamminababbitapannitajampkin
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Dammit, a can of pada-