HOMICIDE Ukulele Chords By Logic Feat Eminem

HOMICIDE uke chords and lyrics By Logic Feat Eminem

  VERSION 1  

UKULELE CHORDS USED :

Gbm

INTRO :

Gbm

VERSE :

Gbm

Son, you know why you the greatest alive?

Gbm

Why, Dad?

Gbm

Because you came out of my balls, nigga

Gbm

Hahahahahaha

Gbm

(Roof!)

CHORUS :

Gbm

Fuck rap

Gbm

Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic

Gbm

Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back

Gbm

Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive

Gbm

Leave a suicide note, fuck that

Gbm

Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this

Gbm

I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby

Gbm

I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika- Slim Shady

VERSE :

Gbm

I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out

Gbm

Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about

Gbm

And I dare you to test me

Gbm

'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me

Gbm

And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration

Gbm

But I'm full of innovation

Gbm

And I'm tired of all of this high school "he's cool, he's not" rap shit

Gbm

Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit

Gbm

No, this ain't a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame

Gbm

Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame

Gbm

Like a moth to the flame, I'm a realer man, a killer

Gbm

Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself

Gbm

Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself

Gbm

Mass murder like this can't be good for my health

Gbm

When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?

Gbm

Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit

Gbm

Yeah, I'm killin' this shit

Gbm

Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit

Gbm

Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?

Gbm

Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit

CHORUS :

Gbm

Fuck rap

Gbm

Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic

Gbm

Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back

Gbm

Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive

Gbm

Leave a suicide note, fuck that

Gbm

Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this

Gbm

I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby

Gbm

I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika

Gbm

Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady

VERSE :

Gbm

There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide

Gbm

Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die

Gbm

We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide

Gbm

I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes

Gbm

No, we ain't fuckin' with that

Gbm

Yeah, there's a time and a place

Gbm

But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps

Gbm

Callin' yourself the greatest alive

Gbm

Then you don't deserve to do that

Gbm

No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that

Gbm

You gon' get smacked

Gbm

You gon' make Bobby attack

Gbm

You gon' make Bobby Boy snap

Gbm

You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)

BACK TO CHORUS :

VERSE :

Gbm

Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z

Gbm

Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything

Gbm

Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing

Gbm

Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees

Gbm

Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy

Gbm

Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover

Gbm

Your body goes limp and slumps over

Gbm

Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered

Gbm

Hol' up, I said "rover" because now your Rover is red

Gbm

Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant

Gbm

But I roll over my opponents instead

Gbm

Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down

Gbm

I'll go slow for the speds

Gbm

But when I go (Roof!) like the dobermann said

Gbm

I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha)

Gbm

Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit

Gbm

With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw

Gbm

Figured it was about time for people to eat crow

Gbm

You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?

Gbm

I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes

Gbm

From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T

Gbm

Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though

Gbm

'Cause MCs know

Gbm

But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts

Gbm

Your shit is ass like a tailbone

Gbm

Or you're trapped in your cell phone

Gbm

Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe

Gbm

I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote

Gbm

Used to get beat up by the big kids

Gbm

Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel

Gbm

And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still

Gbm

Now money's not a big deal

Gbm

I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'

Gbm

Big bills like a platypus

Gbm

A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis

Gbm

I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'

Gbm

Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate

Gbm

Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin

Gbm

And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again

Gbm

A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back

Gbm

And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap

Gbm

I sound like a fuckin' millionaire

Gbm

With a Derringer with a hair trigger

Gbm

'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper

Gbm

Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil

Gbm

When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct

Gbm

I'm about to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it

Gbm

I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket

Gbm

Abraca-fuckin'-dabra

Gbm

The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it

Gbm

What? Dracula, fuck that shit

Gbm

I'm up, back with a thud

Gbm

Man, stop

OUTRO :

Gbm

Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to

Gbm

Do all this while ya panickin'

Gbm

And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins

Gbm

And I'm goin' to Fanagans

Gbm

Trying to get up a plan against

Gbm

All of the blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigans

Gbm

While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana

Gbm

You're in a cab-

Gbm

I'm in a cabana and a Janet

Gbm

I'm in a cabana chantin' all this standup banter

Gbm

While you don't got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina

Gbm

You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford

Gbm

And I'm in a Porsche on the floorboards

Gbm

While I'm world tourin'

Gbm

You usin' way too many napkins, papkins

Gbm

Lapkins and chapki-

Gbm

You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin'

Gbm

Flappin' around like a bapkin'

Gbm

Flamminababbitapannitajampkin

Gbm

Dammit, a can of pada-

Other Versions For This Ukulele Chords Song :

VERSION 2:

UKULELE CHORDS USED :

Gm

INTRO :

Gm

VERSE :

Gm

Son, you know why you the greatest alive?

Gm

Why, Dad?

Gm

Because you came out of my balls, nigga

Gm

Hahahahahaha

Gm

(Roof!)

CHORUS :

Gm

Fuck rap

Gm

Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic

Gm

Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back

Gm

Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive

Gm

Leave a suicide note, fuck that

Gm

Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this

Gm

I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby

Gm

I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika- Slim Shady

VERSE :

Gm

I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out

Gm

Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about

Gm

And I dare you to test me

Gm

'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me

Gm

And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration

Gm

But I'm full of innovation

Gm

And I'm tired of all of this high school "he's cool, he's not" rap shit

Gm

Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit

Gm

No, this ain't a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame

Gm

Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame

Gm

Like a moth to the flame, I'm a realer man, a killer

Gm

Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself

Gm

Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself

Gm

Mass murder like this can't be good for my health

Gm

When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?

Gm

Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit

Gm

Yeah, I'm killin' this shit

Gm

Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit

Gm

Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?

Gm

Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit

CHORUS :

Gm

Fuck rap

Gm

Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic

Gm

Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back

Gm

Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive

Gm

Leave a suicide note, fuck that

Gm

Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this

Gm

I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby

Gm

I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika

Gm

Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady

VERSE :

Gm

There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide

Gm

Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die

Gm

We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide

Gm

I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes

Gm

No, we ain't fuckin' with that

Gm

Yeah, there's a time and a place

Gm

But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps

Gm

Callin' yourself the greatest alive

Gm

Then you don't deserve to do that

Gm

No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that

Gm

You gon' get smacked

Gm

You gon' make Bobby attack

Gm

You gon' make Bobby Boy snap

Gm

You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)

BACK TO CHORUS :

VERSE :

Gm

Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z

Gm

Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything

Gm

Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing

Gm

Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees

Gm

Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy

Gm

Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover

Gm

Your body goes limp and slumps over

Gm

Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered

Gm

Hol' up, I said "rover" because now your Rover is red

Gm

Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant

Gm

But I roll over my opponents instead

Gm

Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down

Gm

I'll go slow for the speds

Gm

But when I go (Roof!) like the dobermann said

Gm

I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha)

Gm

Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit

Gm

With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw

Gm

Figured it was about time for people to eat crow

Gm

You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?

Gm

I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes

Gm

From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T

Gm

Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though

Gm

'Cause MCs know

Gm

But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts

Gm

Your shit is ass like a tailbone

Gm

Or you're trapped in your cell phone

Gm

Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe

Gm

I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote

Gm

Used to get beat up by the big kids

Gm

Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel

Gm

And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still

Gm

Now money's not a big deal

Gm

I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'

Gm

Big bills like a platypus

Gm

A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis

Gm

I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'

Gm

Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate

Gm

Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin

Gm

And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again

Gm

A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back

Gm

And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap

Gm

I sound like a fuckin' millionaire

Gm

With a Derringer with a hair trigger

Gm

'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper

Gm

Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil

Gm

When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct

Gm

I'm about to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it

Gm

I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket

Gm

Abraca-fuckin'-dabra

Gm

The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it

Gm

What? Dracula, fuck that shit

Gm

I'm up, back with a thud

Gm

Man, stop

OUTRO :

Gm

Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to

Gm

Do all this while ya panickin'

Gm

And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins

Gm

And I'm goin' to Fanagans

Gm

Trying to get up a plan against

Gm

All of the blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigans

Gm

While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana

Gm

You're in a cab-

Gm

I'm in a cabana and a Janet

Gm

I'm in a cabana chantin' all this standup banter

Gm

While you don't got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina

Gm

You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford

Gm

And I'm in a Porsche on the floorboards

Gm

While I'm world tourin'

Gm

You usin' way too many napkins, papkins

Gm

Lapkins and chapki-

Gm

You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin'

Gm

Flappin' around like a bapkin'

Gm

Flamminababbitapannitajampkin

Gm

Dammit, a can of pada-

VERSION 3:

UKULELE CHORDS USED :

Abm

INTRO :

Abm

VERSE :

Abm

Son, you know why you the greatest alive?

Abm

Why, Dad?

Abm

Because you came out of my balls, nigga

Abm

Hahahahahaha

Abm

(Roof!)

CHORUS :

Abm

Fuck rap

Abm

Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic

Abm

Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back

Abm

Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive

Abm

Leave a suicide note, fuck that

Abm

Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this

Abm

I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby

Abm

I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika- Slim Shady

VERSE :

Abm

I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out

Abm

Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about

Abm

And I dare you to test me

Abm

'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me

Abm

And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration

Abm

But I'm full of innovation

Abm

And I'm tired of all of this high school "he's cool, he's not" rap shit

Abm

Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit

Abm

No, this ain't a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame

Abm

Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame

Abm

Like a moth to the flame, I'm a realer man, a killer

Abm

Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself

Abm

Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself

Abm

Mass murder like this can't be good for my health

Abm

When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?

Abm

Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit

Abm

Yeah, I'm killin' this shit

Abm

Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit

Abm

Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?

Abm

Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit

CHORUS :

Abm

Fuck rap

Abm

Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic

Abm

Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back

Abm

Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive

Abm

Leave a suicide note, fuck that

Abm

Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this

Abm

I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby

Abm

I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika

Abm

Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady

VERSE :

Abm

There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide

Abm

Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die

Abm

We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide

Abm

I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes

Abm

No, we ain't fuckin' with that

Abm

Yeah, there's a time and a place

Abm

But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps

Abm

Callin' yourself the greatest alive

Abm

Then you don't deserve to do that

Abm

No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that

Abm

You gon' get smacked

Abm

You gon' make Bobby attack

Abm

You gon' make Bobby Boy snap

Abm

You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)

BACK TO CHORUS :

VERSE :

Abm

Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z

Abm

Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything

Abm

Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing

Abm

Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees

Abm

Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy

Abm

Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover

Abm

Your body goes limp and slumps over

Abm

Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered

Abm

Hol' up, I said "rover" because now your Rover is red

Abm

Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant

Abm

But I roll over my opponents instead

Abm

Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down

Abm

I'll go slow for the speds

Abm

But when I go (Roof!) like the dobermann said

Abm

I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha)

Abm

Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit

Abm

With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw

Abm

Figured it was about time for people to eat crow

Abm

You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?

Abm

I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes

Abm

From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T

Abm

Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though

Abm

'Cause MCs know

Abm

But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts

Abm

Your shit is ass like a tailbone

Abm

Or you're trapped in your cell phone

Abm

Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe

Abm

I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote

Abm

Used to get beat up by the big kids

Abm

Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel

Abm

And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still

Abm

Now money's not a big deal

Abm

I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'

Abm

Big bills like a platypus

Abm

A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis

Abm

I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'

Abm

Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate

Abm

Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin

Abm

And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again

Abm

A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back

Abm

And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap

Abm

I sound like a fuckin' millionaire

Abm

With a Derringer with a hair trigger

Abm

'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper

Abm

Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil

Abm

When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct

Abm

I'm about to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it

Abm

I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket

Abm

Abraca-fuckin'-dabra

Abm

The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it

Abm

What? Dracula, fuck that shit

Abm

I'm up, back with a thud

Abm

Man, stop

OUTRO :

Abm

Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to

Abm

Do all this while ya panickin'

Abm

And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins

Abm

And I'm goin' to Fanagans

Abm

Trying to get up a plan against

Abm

All of the blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigans

Abm

While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana

Abm

You're in a cab-

Abm

I'm in a cabana and a Janet

Abm

I'm in a cabana chantin' all this standup banter

Abm

While you don't got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina

Abm

You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford

Abm

And I'm in a Porsche on the floorboards

Abm

While I'm world tourin'

Abm

You usin' way too many napkins, papkins

Abm

Lapkins and chapki-

Abm

You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin'

Abm

Flappin' around like a bapkin'

Abm

Flamminababbitapannitajampkin

Abm

Dammit, a can of pada-

VERSION 4:

UKULELE CHORDS USED :

Am

INTRO :

Am

VERSE :

Am

Son, you know why you the greatest alive?

Am

Why, Dad?

Am

Because you came out of my balls, nigga

Am

Hahahahahaha

Am

(Roof!)

CHORUS :

Am

Fuck rap

Am

Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic

Am

Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back

Am

Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive

Am

Leave a suicide note, fuck that

Am

Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this

Am

I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby

Am

I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika- Slim Shady

VERSE :

Am

I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out

Am

Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about

Am

And I dare you to test me

Am

'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me

Am

And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration

Am

But I'm full of innovation

Am

And I'm tired of all of this high school "he's cool, he's not" rap shit

Am

Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit

Am

No, this ain't a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame

Am

Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame

Am

Like a moth to the flame, I'm a realer man, a killer

Am

Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself

Am

Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself

Am

Mass murder like this can't be good for my health

Am

When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?

Am

Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit

Am

Yeah, I'm killin' this shit

Am

Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit

Am

Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?

Am

Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit

CHORUS :

Am

Fuck rap

Am

Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic

Am

Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back

Am

Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive

Am

Leave a suicide note, fuck that

Am

Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this

Am

I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby

Am

I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika

Am

Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady

VERSE :

Am

There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide

Am

Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die

Am

We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide

Am

I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes

Am

No, we ain't fuckin' with that

Am

Yeah, there's a time and a place

Am

But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps

Am

Callin' yourself the greatest alive

Am

Then you don't deserve to do that

Am

No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that

Am

You gon' get smacked

Am

You gon' make Bobby attack

Am

You gon' make Bobby Boy snap

Am

You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)

BACK TO CHORUS :

VERSE :

Am

Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z

Am

Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything

Am

Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing

Am

Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees

Am

Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy

Am

Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover

Am

Your body goes limp and slumps over

Am

Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered

Am

Hol' up, I said "rover" because now your Rover is red

Am

Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant

Am

But I roll over my opponents instead

Am

Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down

Am

I'll go slow for the speds

Am

But when I go (Roof!) like the dobermann said

Am

I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha)

Am

Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit

Am

With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw

Am

Figured it was about time for people to eat crow

Am

You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?

Am

I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes

Am

From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T

Am

Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though

Am

'Cause MCs know

Am

But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts

Am

Your shit is ass like a tailbone

Am

Or you're trapped in your cell phone

Am

Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe

Am

I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote

Am

Used to get beat up by the big kids

Am

Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel

Am

And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still

Am

Now money's not a big deal

Am

I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'

Am

Big bills like a platypus

Am

A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis

Am

I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'

Am

Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate

Am

Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin

Am

And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again

Am

A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back

Am

And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap

Am

I sound like a fuckin' millionaire

Am

With a Derringer with a hair trigger

Am

'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper

Am

Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil

Am

When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct

Am

I'm about to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it

Am

I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket

Am

Abraca-fuckin'-dabra

Am

The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it

Am

What? Dracula, fuck that shit

Am

I'm up, back with a thud

Am

Man, stop

OUTRO :

Am

Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to

Am

Do all this while ya panickin'

Am

And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins

Am

And I'm goin' to Fanagans

Am

Trying to get up a plan against

Am

All of the blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigans

Am

While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana

Am

You're in a cab-

Am

I'm in a cabana and a Janet

Am

I'm in a cabana chantin' all this standup banter

Am

While you don't got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina

Am

You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford

Am

And I'm in a Porsche on the floorboards

Am

While I'm world tourin'

Am

You usin' way too many napkins, papkins

Am

Lapkins and chapki-

Am

You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin'

Am

Flappin' around like a bapkin'

Am

Flamminababbitapannitajampkin

Am

Dammit, a can of pada-

VERSION 5:

UKULELE CHORDS USED :

Bbm

INTRO :

Bbm

VERSE :

Bbm

Son, you know why you the greatest alive?

Bbm

Why, Dad?

Bbm

Because you came out of my balls, nigga

Bbm

Hahahahahaha

Bbm

(Roof!)

CHORUS :

Bbm

Fuck rap

Bbm

Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic

Bbm

Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back

Bbm

Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive

Bbm

Leave a suicide note, fuck that

Bbm

Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this

Bbm

I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby

Bbm

I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika- Slim Shady

VERSE :

Bbm

I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out

Bbm

Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about

Bbm

And I dare you to test me

Bbm

'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me

Bbm

And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration

Bbm

But I'm full of innovation

Bbm

And I'm tired of all of this high school "he's cool, he's not" rap shit

Bbm

Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit

Bbm

No, this ain't a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame

Bbm

Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame

Bbm

Like a moth to the flame, I'm a realer man, a killer

Bbm

Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself

Bbm

Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself

Bbm

Mass murder like this can't be good for my health

Bbm

When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?

Bbm

Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit

Bbm

Yeah, I'm killin' this shit

Bbm

Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit

Bbm

Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?

Bbm

Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit

CHORUS :

Bbm

Fuck rap

Bbm

Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic

Bbm

Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back

Bbm

Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive

Bbm

Leave a suicide note, fuck that

Bbm

Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this

Bbm

I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby

Bbm

I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika

Bbm

Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady

VERSE :

Bbm

There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide

Bbm

Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die

Bbm

We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide

Bbm

I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes

Bbm

No, we ain't fuckin' with that

Bbm

Yeah, there's a time and a place

Bbm

But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps

Bbm

Callin' yourself the greatest alive

Bbm

Then you don't deserve to do that

Bbm

No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that

Bbm

You gon' get smacked

Bbm

You gon' make Bobby attack

Bbm

You gon' make Bobby Boy snap

Bbm

You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)

BACK TO CHORUS :

VERSE :

Bbm

Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z

Bbm

Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything

Bbm

Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing

Bbm

Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees

Bbm

Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy

Bbm

Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover

Bbm

Your body goes limp and slumps over

Bbm

Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered

Bbm

Hol' up, I said "rover" because now your Rover is red

Bbm

Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant

Bbm

But I roll over my opponents instead

Bbm

Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down

Bbm

I'll go slow for the speds

Bbm

But when I go (Roof!) like the dobermann said

Bbm

I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha)

Bbm

Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit

Bbm

With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw

Bbm

Figured it was about time for people to eat crow

Bbm

You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?

Bbm

I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes

Bbm

From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T

Bbm

Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though

Bbm

'Cause MCs know

Bbm

But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts

Bbm

Your shit is ass like a tailbone

Bbm

Or you're trapped in your cell phone

Bbm

Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe

Bbm

I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote

Bbm

Used to get beat up by the big kids

Bbm

Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel

Bbm

And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still

Bbm

Now money's not a big deal

Bbm

I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'

Bbm

Big bills like a platypus

Bbm

A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis

Bbm

I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'

Bbm

Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate

Bbm

Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin

Bbm

And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again

Bbm

A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back

Bbm

And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap

Bbm

I sound like a fuckin' millionaire

Bbm

With a Derringer with a hair trigger

Bbm

'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper

Bbm

Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil

Bbm

When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct

Bbm

I'm about to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it

Bbm

I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket

Bbm

Abraca-fuckin'-dabra

Bbm

The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it

Bbm

What? Dracula, fuck that shit

Bbm

I'm up, back with a thud

Bbm

Man, stop

OUTRO :

Bbm

Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to

Bbm

Do all this while ya panickin'

Bbm

And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins

Bbm

And I'm goin' to Fanagans

Bbm

Trying to get up a plan against

Bbm

All of the blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigans

Bbm

While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana

Bbm

You're in a cab-

Bbm

I'm in a cabana and a Janet

Bbm

I'm in a cabana chantin' all this standup banter

Bbm

While you don't got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina

Bbm

You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford

Bbm

And I'm in a Porsche on the floorboards

Bbm

While I'm world tourin'

Bbm

You usin' way too many napkins, papkins

Bbm

Lapkins and chapki-

Bbm

You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin'

Bbm

Flappin' around like a bapkin'

Bbm

Flamminababbitapannitajampkin

Bbm

Dammit, a can of pada-

VERSION 6:

UKULELE CHORDS USED :

Bm

INTRO :

Bm

VERSE :

Bm

Son, you know why you the greatest alive?

Bm

Why, Dad?

Bm

Because you came out of my balls, nigga

Bm

Hahahahahaha

Bm

(Roof!)

CHORUS :

Bm

Fuck rap

Bm

Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic

Bm

Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back

Bm

Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive

Bm

Leave a suicide note, fuck that

Bm

Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this

Bm

I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby

Bm

I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika- Slim Shady

VERSE :

Bm

I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out

Bm

Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about

Bm

And I dare you to test me

Bm

'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me

Bm

And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration

Bm

But I'm full of innovation

Bm

And I'm tired of all of this high school "he's cool, he's not" rap shit

Bm

Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit

Bm

No, this ain't a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame

Bm

Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame

Bm

Like a moth to the flame, I'm a realer man, a killer

Bm

Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself

Bm

Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself

Bm

Mass murder like this can't be good for my health

Bm

When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?

Bm

Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit

Bm

Yeah, I'm killin' this shit

Bm

Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit

Bm

Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?

Bm

Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit

CHORUS :

Bm

Fuck rap

Bm

Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic

Bm

Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back

Bm

Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive

Bm

Leave a suicide note, fuck that

Bm

Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this

Bm

I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby

Bm

I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika

Bm

Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady

VERSE :

Bm

There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide

Bm

Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die

Bm

We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide

Bm

I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes

Bm

No, we ain't fuckin' with that

Bm

Yeah, there's a time and a place

Bm

But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps

Bm

Callin' yourself the greatest alive

Bm

Then you don't deserve to do that

Bm

No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that

Bm

You gon' get smacked

Bm

You gon' make Bobby attack

Bm

You gon' make Bobby Boy snap

Bm

You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)

BACK TO CHORUS :

VERSE :

Bm

Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z

Bm

Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything

Bm

Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing

Bm

Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees

Bm

Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy

Bm

Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover

Bm

Your body goes limp and slumps over

Bm

Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered

Bm

Hol' up, I said "rover" because now your Rover is red

Bm

Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant

Bm

But I roll over my opponents instead

Bm

Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down

Bm

I'll go slow for the speds

Bm

But when I go (Roof!) like the dobermann said

Bm

I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha)

Bm

Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit

Bm

With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw

Bm

Figured it was about time for people to eat crow

Bm

You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?

Bm

I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes

Bm

From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T

Bm

Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though

Bm

'Cause MCs know

Bm

But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts

Bm

Your shit is ass like a tailbone

Bm

Or you're trapped in your cell phone

Bm

Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe

Bm

I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote

Bm

Used to get beat up by the big kids

Bm

Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel

Bm

And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still

Bm

Now money's not a big deal

Bm

I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'

Bm

Big bills like a platypus

Bm

A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis

Bm

I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'

Bm

Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate

Bm

Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin

Bm

And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again

Bm

A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back

Bm

And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap

Bm

I sound like a fuckin' millionaire

Bm

With a Derringer with a hair trigger

Bm

'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper

Bm

Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil

Bm

When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct

Bm

I'm about to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it

Bm

I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket

Bm

Abraca-fuckin'-dabra

Bm

The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it

Bm

What? Dracula, fuck that shit

Bm

I'm up, back with a thud

Bm

Man, stop

OUTRO :

Bm

Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to

Bm

Do all this while ya panickin'

Bm

And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins

Bm

And I'm goin' to Fanagans

Bm

Trying to get up a plan against

Bm

All of the blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigans

Bm

While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana

Bm

You're in a cab-

Bm

I'm in a cabana and a Janet

Bm

I'm in a cabana chantin' all this standup banter

Bm

While you don't got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina

Bm

You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford

Bm

And I'm in a Porsche on the floorboards

Bm

While I'm world tourin'

Bm

You usin' way too many napkins, papkins

Bm

Lapkins and chapki-

Bm

You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin'

Bm

Flappin' around like a bapkin'

Bm

Flamminababbitapannitajampkin

Bm

Dammit, a can of pada-

VERSION 7:

UKULELE CHORDS USED :

Cm

INTRO :

Cm

VERSE :

Cm

Son, you know why you the greatest alive?

Cm

Why, Dad?

Cm

Because you came out of my balls, nigga

Cm

Hahahahahaha

Cm

(Roof!)

CHORUS :

Cm

Fuck rap

Cm

Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic

Cm

Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back

Cm

Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive

Cm

Leave a suicide note, fuck that

Cm

Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this

Cm

I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby

Cm

I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika- Slim Shady

VERSE :

Cm

I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out

Cm

Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about

Cm

And I dare you to test me

Cm

'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me

Cm

And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration

Cm

But I'm full of innovation

Cm

And I'm tired of all of this high school "he's cool, he's not" rap shit

Cm

Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit

Cm

No, this ain't a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame

Cm

Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame

Cm

Like a moth to the flame, I'm a realer man, a killer

Cm

Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself

Cm

Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself

Cm

Mass murder like this can't be good for my health

Cm

When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?

Cm

Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit

Cm

Yeah, I'm killin' this shit

Cm

Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit

Cm

Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?

Cm

Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit

CHORUS :

Cm

Fuck rap

Cm

Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic

Cm

Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back

Cm

Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive

Cm

Leave a suicide note, fuck that

Cm

Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this

Cm

I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby

Cm

I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika

Cm

Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady

VERSE :

Cm

There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide

Cm

Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die

Cm

We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide

Cm

I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes

Cm

No, we ain't fuckin' with that

Cm

Yeah, there's a time and a place

Cm

But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps

Cm

Callin' yourself the greatest alive

Cm

Then you don't deserve to do that

Cm

No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that

Cm

You gon' get smacked

Cm

You gon' make Bobby attack

Cm

You gon' make Bobby Boy snap

Cm

You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)

BACK TO CHORUS :

VERSE :

Cm

Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z

Cm

Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything

Cm

Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing

Cm

Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees

Cm

Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy

Cm

Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover

Cm

Your body goes limp and slumps over

Cm

Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered

Cm

Hol' up, I said "rover" because now your Rover is red

Cm

Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant

Cm

But I roll over my opponents instead

Cm

Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down

Cm

I'll go slow for the speds

Cm

But when I go (Roof!) like the dobermann said

Cm

I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha)

Cm

Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit

Cm

With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw

Cm

Figured it was about time for people to eat crow

Cm

You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?

Cm

I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes

Cm

From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T

Cm

Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though

Cm

'Cause MCs know

Cm

But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts

Cm

Your shit is ass like a tailbone

Cm

Or you're trapped in your cell phone

Cm

Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe

Cm

I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote

Cm

Used to get beat up by the big kids

Cm

Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel

Cm

And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still

Cm

Now money's not a big deal

Cm

I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'

Cm

Big bills like a platypus

Cm

A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis

Cm

I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'

Cm

Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate

Cm

Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin

Cm

And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again

Cm

A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back

Cm

And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap

Cm

I sound like a fuckin' millionaire

Cm

With a Derringer with a hair trigger

Cm

'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper

Cm

Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil

Cm

When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct

Cm

I'm about to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it

Cm

I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket

Cm

Abraca-fuckin'-dabra

Cm

The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it

Cm

What? Dracula, fuck that shit

Cm

I'm up, back with a thud

Cm

Man, stop

OUTRO :

Cm

Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to

Cm

Do all this while ya panickin'

Cm

And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins

Cm

And I'm goin' to Fanagans

Cm

Trying to get up a plan against

Cm

All of the blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigans

Cm

While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana

Cm

You're in a cab-

Cm

I'm in a cabana and a Janet

Cm

I'm in a cabana chantin' all this standup banter

Cm

While you don't got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina

Cm

You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford

Cm

And I'm in a Porsche on the floorboards

Cm

While I'm world tourin'

Cm

You usin' way too many napkins, papkins

Cm

Lapkins and chapki-

Cm

You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin'

Cm

Flappin' around like a bapkin'

Cm

Flamminababbitapannitajampkin

Cm

Dammit, a can of pada-

VERSION 8:

UKULELE CHORDS USED :

Dbm

INTRO :

Dbm

VERSE :

Dbm

Son, you know why you the greatest alive?

Dbm

Why, Dad?

Dbm

Because you came out of my balls, nigga

Dbm

Hahahahahaha

Dbm

(Roof!)

CHORUS :

Dbm

Fuck rap

Dbm

Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic

Dbm

Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back

Dbm

Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive

Dbm

Leave a suicide note, fuck that

Dbm

Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this

Dbm

I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby

Dbm

I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika- Slim Shady

VERSE :

Dbm

I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out

Dbm

Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about

Dbm

And I dare you to test me

Dbm

'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me

Dbm

And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration

Dbm

But I'm full of innovation

Dbm

And I'm tired of all of this high school "he's cool, he's not" rap shit

Dbm

Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit

Dbm

No, this ain't a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame

Dbm

Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame

Dbm

Like a moth to the flame, I'm a realer man, a killer

Dbm

Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself

Dbm

Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself

Dbm

Mass murder like this can't be good for my health

Dbm

When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?

Dbm

Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit

Dbm

Yeah, I'm killin' this shit

Dbm

Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit

Dbm

Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?

Dbm

Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit

CHORUS :

Dbm

Fuck rap

Dbm

Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic

Dbm

Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back

Dbm

Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive

Dbm

Leave a suicide note, fuck that

Dbm

Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this

Dbm

I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby

Dbm

I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika

Dbm

Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady

VERSE :

Dbm

There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide

Dbm

Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die

Dbm

We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide

Dbm

I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes

Dbm

No, we ain't fuckin' with that

Dbm

Yeah, there's a time and a place

Dbm

But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps

Dbm

Callin' yourself the greatest alive

Dbm

Then you don't deserve to do that

Dbm

No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that

Dbm

You gon' get smacked

Dbm

You gon' make Bobby attack

Dbm

You gon' make Bobby Boy snap

Dbm

You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)

BACK TO CHORUS :

VERSE :

Dbm

Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z

Dbm

Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything

Dbm

Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing

Dbm

Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees

Dbm

Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy

Dbm

Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover

Dbm

Your body goes limp and slumps over

Dbm

Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered

Dbm

Hol' up, I said "rover" because now your Rover is red

Dbm

Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant

Dbm

But I roll over my opponents instead

Dbm

Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down

Dbm

I'll go slow for the speds

Dbm

But when I go (Roof!) like the dobermann said

Dbm

I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha)

Dbm

Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit

Dbm

With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw

Dbm

Figured it was about time for people to eat crow

Dbm

You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?

Dbm

I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes

Dbm

From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T

Dbm

Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though

Dbm

'Cause MCs know

Dbm

But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts

Dbm

Your shit is ass like a tailbone

Dbm

Or you're trapped in your cell phone

Dbm

Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe

Dbm

I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote

Dbm

Used to get beat up by the big kids

Dbm

Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel

Dbm

And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still

Dbm

Now money's not a big deal

Dbm

I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'

Dbm

Big bills like a platypus

Dbm

A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis

Dbm

I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'

Dbm

Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate

Dbm

Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin

Dbm

And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again

Dbm

A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back

Dbm

And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap

Dbm

I sound like a fuckin' millionaire

Dbm

With a Derringer with a hair trigger

Dbm

'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper

Dbm

Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil

Dbm

When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct

Dbm

I'm about to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it

Dbm

I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket

Dbm

Abraca-fuckin'-dabra

Dbm

The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it

Dbm

What? Dracula, fuck that shit

Dbm

I'm up, back with a thud

Dbm

Man, stop

OUTRO :

Dbm

Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to

Dbm

Do all this while ya panickin'

Dbm

And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins

Dbm

And I'm goin' to Fanagans

Dbm

Trying to get up a plan against

Dbm

All of the blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigans

Dbm

While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana

Dbm

You're in a cab-

Dbm

I'm in a cabana and a Janet

Dbm

I'm in a cabana chantin' all this standup banter

Dbm

While you don't got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina

Dbm

You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford

Dbm

And I'm in a Porsche on the floorboards

Dbm

While I'm world tourin'

Dbm

You usin' way too many napkins, papkins

Dbm

Lapkins and chapki-

Dbm

You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin'

Dbm

Flappin' around like a bapkin'

Dbm

Flamminababbitapannitajampkin

Dbm

Dammit, a can of pada-

VERSION 9:

UKULELE CHORDS USED :

Dm

INTRO :

Dm

VERSE :

Dm

Son, you know why you the greatest alive?

Dm

Why, Dad?

Dm

Because you came out of my balls, nigga

Dm

Hahahahahaha

Dm

(Roof!)

CHORUS :

Dm

Fuck rap

Dm

Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic

Dm

Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back

Dm

Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive

Dm

Leave a suicide note, fuck that

Dm

Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this

Dm

I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby

Dm

I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika- Slim Shady

VERSE :

Dm

I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out

Dm

Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about

Dm

And I dare you to test me

Dm

'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me

Dm

And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration

Dm

But I'm full of innovation

Dm

And I'm tired of all of this high school "he's cool, he's not" rap shit

Dm

Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit

Dm

No, this ain't a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame

Dm

Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame

Dm

Like a moth to the flame, I'm a realer man, a killer

Dm

Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself

Dm

Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself

Dm

Mass murder like this can't be good for my health

Dm

When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?

Dm

Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit

Dm

Yeah, I'm killin' this shit

Dm

Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit

Dm

Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?

Dm

Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit

CHORUS :

Dm

Fuck rap

Dm

Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic

Dm

Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back

Dm

Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive

Dm

Leave a suicide note, fuck that

Dm

Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this

Dm

I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby

Dm

I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika

Dm

Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady

VERSE :

Dm

There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide

Dm

Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die

Dm

We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide

Dm

I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes

Dm

No, we ain't fuckin' with that

Dm

Yeah, there's a time and a place

Dm

But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps

Dm

Callin' yourself the greatest alive

Dm

Then you don't deserve to do that

Dm

No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that

Dm

You gon' get smacked

Dm

You gon' make Bobby attack

Dm

You gon' make Bobby Boy snap

Dm

You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)

BACK TO CHORUS :

VERSE :

Dm

Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z

Dm

Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything

Dm

Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing

Dm

Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees

Dm

Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy

Dm

Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover

Dm

Your body goes limp and slumps over

Dm

Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered

Dm

Hol' up, I said "rover" because now your Rover is red

Dm

Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant

Dm

But I roll over my opponents instead

Dm

Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down

Dm

I'll go slow for the speds

Dm

But when I go (Roof!) like the dobermann said

Dm

I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha)

Dm

Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit

Dm

With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw

Dm

Figured it was about time for people to eat crow

Dm

You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?

Dm

I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes

Dm

From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T

Dm

Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though

Dm

'Cause MCs know

Dm

But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts

Dm

Your shit is ass like a tailbone

Dm

Or you're trapped in your cell phone

Dm

Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe

Dm

I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote

Dm

Used to get beat up by the big kids

Dm

Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel

Dm

And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still

Dm

Now money's not a big deal

Dm

I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'

Dm

Big bills like a platypus

Dm

A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis

Dm

I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'

Dm

Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate

Dm

Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin

Dm

And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again

Dm

A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back

Dm

And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap

Dm

I sound like a fuckin' millionaire

Dm

With a Derringer with a hair trigger

Dm

'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper

Dm

Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil

Dm

When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct

Dm

I'm about to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it

Dm

I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket

Dm

Abraca-fuckin'-dabra

Dm

The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it

Dm

What? Dracula, fuck that shit

Dm

I'm up, back with a thud

Dm

Man, stop

OUTRO :

Dm

Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to

Dm

Do all this while ya panickin'

Dm

And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins

Dm

And I'm goin' to Fanagans

Dm

Trying to get up a plan against

Dm

All of the blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigans

Dm

While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana

Dm

You're in a cab-

Dm

I'm in a cabana and a Janet

Dm

I'm in a cabana chantin' all this standup banter

Dm

While you don't got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina

Dm

You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford

Dm

And I'm in a Porsche on the floorboards

Dm

While I'm world tourin'

Dm

You usin' way too many napkins, papkins

Dm

Lapkins and chapki-

Dm

You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin'

Dm

Flappin' around like a bapkin'

Dm

Flamminababbitapannitajampkin

Dm

Dammit, a can of pada-

VERSION 10:

UKULELE CHORDS USED :

Ebm

INTRO :

Ebm

VERSE :

Ebm

Son, you know why you the greatest alive?

Ebm

Why, Dad?

Ebm

Because you came out of my balls, nigga

Ebm

Hahahahahaha

Ebm

(Roof!)

CHORUS :

Ebm

Fuck rap

Ebm

Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic

Ebm

Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back

Ebm

Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive

Ebm

Leave a suicide note, fuck that

Ebm

Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this

Ebm

I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby

Ebm

I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika- Slim Shady

VERSE :

Ebm

I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out

Ebm

Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about

Ebm

And I dare you to test me

Ebm

'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me

Ebm

And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration

Ebm

But I'm full of innovation

Ebm

And I'm tired of all of this high school "he's cool, he's not" rap shit

Ebm

Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit

Ebm

No, this ain't a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame

Ebm

Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame

Ebm

Like a moth to the flame, I'm a realer man, a killer

Ebm

Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself

Ebm

Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself

Ebm

Mass murder like this can't be good for my health

Ebm

When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?

Ebm

Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit

Ebm

Yeah, I'm killin' this shit

Ebm

Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit

Ebm

Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?

Ebm

Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit

CHORUS :

Ebm

Fuck rap

Ebm

Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic

Ebm

Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back

Ebm

Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive

Ebm

Leave a suicide note, fuck that

Ebm

Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this

Ebm

I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby

Ebm

I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika

Ebm

Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady

VERSE :

Ebm

There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide

Ebm

Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die

Ebm

We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide

Ebm

I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes

Ebm

No, we ain't fuckin' with that

Ebm

Yeah, there's a time and a place

Ebm

But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps

Ebm

Callin' yourself the greatest alive

Ebm

Then you don't deserve to do that

Ebm

No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that

Ebm

You gon' get smacked

Ebm

You gon' make Bobby attack

Ebm

You gon' make Bobby Boy snap

Ebm

You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)

BACK TO CHORUS :

VERSE :

Ebm

Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z

Ebm

Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything

Ebm

Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing

Ebm

Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees

Ebm

Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy

Ebm

Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover

Ebm

Your body goes limp and slumps over

Ebm

Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered

Ebm

Hol' up, I said "rover" because now your Rover is red

Ebm

Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant

Ebm

But I roll over my opponents instead

Ebm

Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down

Ebm

I'll go slow for the speds

Ebm

But when I go (Roof!) like the dobermann said

Ebm

I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha)

Ebm

Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit

Ebm

With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw

Ebm

Figured it was about time for people to eat crow

Ebm

You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?

Ebm

I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes

Ebm

From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T

Ebm

Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though

Ebm

'Cause MCs know

Ebm

But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts

Ebm

Your shit is ass like a tailbone

Ebm

Or you're trapped in your cell phone

Ebm

Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe

Ebm

I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote

Ebm

Used to get beat up by the big kids

Ebm

Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel

Ebm

And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still

Ebm

Now money's not a big deal

Ebm

I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'

Ebm

Big bills like a platypus

Ebm

A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis

Ebm

I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'

Ebm

Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate

Ebm

Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin

Ebm

And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again

Ebm

A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back

Ebm

And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap

Ebm

I sound like a fuckin' millionaire

Ebm

With a Derringer with a hair trigger

Ebm

'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper

Ebm

Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil

Ebm

When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct

Ebm

I'm about to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it

Ebm

I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket

Ebm

Abraca-fuckin'-dabra

Ebm

The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it

Ebm

What? Dracula, fuck that shit

Ebm

I'm up, back with a thud

Ebm

Man, stop

OUTRO :

Ebm

Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to

Ebm

Do all this while ya panickin'

Ebm

And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins

Ebm

And I'm goin' to Fanagans

Ebm

Trying to get up a plan against

Ebm

All of the blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigans

Ebm

While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana

Ebm

You're in a cab-

Ebm

I'm in a cabana and a Janet

Ebm

I'm in a cabana chantin' all this standup banter

Ebm

While you don't got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina

Ebm

You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford

Ebm

And I'm in a Porsche on the floorboards

Ebm

While I'm world tourin'

Ebm

You usin' way too many napkins, papkins

Ebm

Lapkins and chapki-

Ebm

You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin'

Ebm

Flappin' around like a bapkin'

Ebm

Flamminababbitapannitajampkin

Ebm

Dammit, a can of pada-

VERSION 11:

UKULELE CHORDS USED :

Em

INTRO :

Em

VERSE :

Em

Son, you know why you the greatest alive?

Em

Why, Dad?

Em

Because you came out of my balls, nigga

Em

Hahahahahaha

Em

(Roof!)

CHORUS :

Em

Fuck rap

Em

Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic

Em

Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back

Em

Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive

Em

Leave a suicide note, fuck that

Em

Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this

Em

I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby

Em

I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika- Slim Shady

VERSE :

Em

I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out

Em

Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about

Em

And I dare you to test me

Em

'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me

Em

And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration

Em

But I'm full of innovation

Em

And I'm tired of all of this high school "he's cool, he's not" rap shit

Em

Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit

Em

No, this ain't a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame

Em

Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame

Em

Like a moth to the flame, I'm a realer man, a killer

Em

Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself

Em

Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself

Em

Mass murder like this can't be good for my health

Em

When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?

Em

Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit

Em

Yeah, I'm killin' this shit

Em

Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit

Em

Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?

Em

Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit

CHORUS :

Em

Fuck rap

Em

Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic

Em

Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back

Em

Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive

Em

Leave a suicide note, fuck that

Em

Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this

Em

I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby

Em

I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika

Em

Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady

VERSE :

Em

There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide

Em

Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die

Em

We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide

Em

I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes

Em

No, we ain't fuckin' with that

Em

Yeah, there's a time and a place

Em

But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps

Em

Callin' yourself the greatest alive

Em

Then you don't deserve to do that

Em

No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that

Em

You gon' get smacked

Em

You gon' make Bobby attack

Em

You gon' make Bobby Boy snap

Em

You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)

BACK TO CHORUS :

VERSE :

Em

Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z

Em

Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything

Em

Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing

Em

Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees

Em

Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy

Em

Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover

Em

Your body goes limp and slumps over

Em

Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered

Em

Hol' up, I said "rover" because now your Rover is red

Em

Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant

Em

But I roll over my opponents instead

Em

Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down

Em

I'll go slow for the speds

Em

But when I go (Roof!) like the dobermann said

Em

I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha)

Em

Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit

Em

With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw

Em

Figured it was about time for people to eat crow

Em

You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?

Em

I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes

Em

From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T

Em

Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though

Em

'Cause MCs know

Em

But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts

Em

Your shit is ass like a tailbone

Em

Or you're trapped in your cell phone

Em

Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe

Em

I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote

Em

Used to get beat up by the big kids

Em

Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel

Em

And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still

Em

Now money's not a big deal

Em

I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'

Em

Big bills like a platypus

Em

A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis

Em

I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'

Em

Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate

Em

Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin

Em

And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again

Em

A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back

Em

And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap

Em

I sound like a fuckin' millionaire

Em

With a Derringer with a hair trigger

Em

'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper

Em

Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil

Em

When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct

Em

I'm about to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it

Em

I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket

Em

Abraca-fuckin'-dabra

Em

The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it

Em

What? Dracula, fuck that shit

Em

I'm up, back with a thud

Em

Man, stop

OUTRO :

Em

Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to

Em

Do all this while ya panickin'

Em

And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins

Em

And I'm goin' to Fanagans

Em

Trying to get up a plan against

Em

All of the blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigans

Em

While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana

Em

You're in a cab-

Em

I'm in a cabana and a Janet

Em

I'm in a cabana chantin' all this standup banter

Em

While you don't got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina

Em

You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford

Em

And I'm in a Porsche on the floorboards

Em

While I'm world tourin'

Em

You usin' way too many napkins, papkins

Em

Lapkins and chapki-

Em

You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin'

Em

Flappin' around like a bapkin'

Em

Flamminababbitapannitajampkin

Em

Dammit, a can of pada-

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