Текст песни с аккордами
Вступление
[Intro]
Bbm6 Eaug Fm Fm/C Bbm6 Eaug Fm Bbm
Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
Bbm6 Eaug
Why, Dad?
Fm Fm/C Bbm6 Eaug Fm Bbm
Because you came out of my balls, nigga, hahahahahaha
[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 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-
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