Son, you know why you the alive?
Why, Dad?
Because you came out of my balls, n***a
Hahahaha
F*ck rap, bustin' like an with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he for to buck back
Hold up, a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' alive
Leave a note, f*ck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm chicka-chicka-chicka Slim with rabies
I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't takin' me outEvery rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm aboutAnd I dare you to test me'Cause not a one of you impress meAnd that's a bit of an exaggeration, but I'm full of innovationAnd I'm of all of this high school, "He's cool, he's not" rap shitCan a one of you even rap? ShitNo, this ain't a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flameNowadays, sound the same, shit's lameLike a moth to the flame, I'ma reel 'em in and kill 'emKnow you feelin' when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myselfYeah, yeah, Boy, he be feelin' himselfMass like this can't be good for my healthWhen I rap like this, do I like shit?Well, it don't matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shitYeah, I'm killin' this shitOh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shitBobby, how many you been killin' this shit?Find rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shitF*ck rap, bustin' like an with a semi-automaticWho done had it, and he for to buck backHold up, a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' aliveLeave a note, f*ck thatBobby feelin' villainous, he killin' thisI'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the babyI'm feelin' like I'm chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka Slim ShadyThere's to hide, we call this shit genocideHit 'em with that (doot, doot, doot) and they dieWe gon' 'em crucified, we call this shit genocideI got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare clothesNo, we ain't fuckin' with thatYeah, there's a time and a place, but if you ain't comin' with the of rapsCallin' the aliveThen you don't to do thatNo, no, oh no, no, do not do thatYou gon' get smacked, you gon' make attackYou gon' make Boy snapYou gon' make Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)F*ck rap, bustin' like an with a semi-automaticWho done had it, and he for to buck backHold up, a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' aliveLeave a note, f*ck thatBobby feelin' villainous, he killin' thisI'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the babyI'm feelin' like I'm chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka Slim ShadyJigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like Jay-ZJig is up, you who didn't anythingAre washed now, chicka-chicka-chicka, like bathingYoung Hova, I know like YankeesGun that pull like crazyUnloadin', you shot up in your RoverYour body goes limp and overLike A-Rod in a lull, but he just homeredHold up, I said because now your is redLike Red Rover, so you know what I meantBut I roll over my insteadMakin' dog 'cause I keep breakin' bars downI'll go slow for the spedsBut when I go (roof) like the saidI think the (roof) go over your head (haha)Beast mode, 'bout to get hit with so many foul linesYou I'm a free throwFigured it was time for to eat crowYou to get out-rhymed, how I be dethroned?I stay on my toes like the repo, a in clothesFrom the East to the West, I'm the and I'm the G.O.A.TWho the best? I don't say a fuckin' thing, though, 'cause MC's knowBut you don't hear me spit the factsYour shit is ass like a tailboneAnd you're in your cell phoneOn my scratch, or my self-loatheI don't want to fuckin' to you spit your rap else wroteUsed to get beat up by the big kidsUsed to let the big kids my big wheelAnd I wouldn't do shit but just sit stillNow money's not a big dealI'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mil'Big like a platypusA caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabisI'm lookin' for the but you are scatterin'Batterin' and I've had it with the inadequateMan, I can see my dick is standin' as a mannequinAnd I'm bringin' the back, and the fuckin' againA and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' gloves backAnd not a f*ck, like f*ck rapI like a fuckin' millionaireWith the with a hair trigger'Bout to bear hug it, fuckin' terrier, the Ric dripperY'all couldn't hold a at a vigilWhen I vent, they me to a fuckin' air ductI'm to bare it, nah, f*ck itI'm go their head with a Nantucket, abraca-fuckin'-dabraThe is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' itWhat? Dracula, f*ck that shitI'm up, back with a thudMan, stopLook what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' toDo all this you panickin'And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequinsAnd I'm goin' to Fanagan's, tryin' to get up a plan againstAll of the blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigansWhile of all the bana-kazanika in a cabanaYou're in a cabI'm in a and a JanetI'm in a chantin' all this up banterWhile you don't got the stamina, you're lackin' the staminaYou're lackin' the while you're divorcin' FordAnd I'm in a on the boardsWhile I'm tourin'You usin' way too many napkins, papkins, and chapkiYou ChapStick and while I'm papkin'Flappin' like a bapkin'Flammina playin' a jampkinDammit, a can of pa
