Tom: F minor•
Verse 1
C
Fm
Fm
C
you know why you the greatest alive?
Why dad?
Fm
C
Fm
Because you came out of my balls, nigga
C
Fm
C
Fm
Fuck rap, bustin' like an addict
Fm
Who done had it and he ready
Hold up, catch a vibe,
we leavin' nobody alive
C
Beamin' suicide, no, fuck that,
Fm
C
Fm
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' us
F
C
I'm comin' for your man and his lady
and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm chicken,
chicken, chicken,
Fm
Slim Shady with rabies
I'm pourin' out the mouth,
ain't nobody takin' me out
C
Fm
Every single rapper in the industry,
yeah, they know what I'm about
And I dare you to test me,
cause not a single one of you motherfuckers
impress me
And maybe that's a little
bit of an exaggeration,
but I'm full of innovation
And I'm tired of all of this high school,
he's cool, he's not rap shit
Cause not single one
of you motherfuckers
even rap shit
C
Fm
C
No, this ain't a diss to the gang,
Am
this is gas to the flame
Bbm
Nowadays, everybody saying
Fm
C
Like a monster to flame,
Fm
I'm a real imminent killer
C
this is when I'm spillin'
and I'm feelin' myself
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy,
can't be good for my health
When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?
Well, it don't really matter cuz
C
Yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Fm
C
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Fm
Bobby, how many times you been
killin' this shit?
C
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit
Fuck rap, bustin' like an addict
Fm
with a semi -automatic
Couldn't have it and he ready
Hold up, catch a vibe,
ain't no way in hell
Fm
F
we leavin' nobody alive
C
Beamin' suicide, no, fuck that Bobby feelin' villainous,
I'm comin' for your man and his lady
I'm feeling like I'm chicka -chicka -chicka -chicka
Fm
-chicka -chicka -chicka -chicka -slim shady
There's nowhere to hide,
we call this shit genocide
C
Hit em with that doop -doop and they die
Fm
We gon' leave em crucified,
we call this shit genocide
C
I got bitches, I got hoes,
I got rare designer clothes
Fm
No we ain't fucking with that
C
Fm
Yeah there's a time and a place
but if you ain't coming
Fm
Call it yourself the greatest alive,
then you don't deserve to do that
C
Fm
No no oh no no, please do not do that
You gon' get smacked,
C
Fm
you gon' make Bobby attack
You gon' make Bobby boy snap,
you gon' make Bobby boy snap
Fm
Bustin' like an addict with a
semi -automatic
Who done had it and he ready
C
Fm
for anybody to buck back
Bbm
ain't no way in hell
Am
we leavin' nobody alive
C
Even suicide, no, fuck that Bobby feelin' villainous,
F
C
I'm comin' for your man and his lady
and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm chicka -chicka -chicka
-chicka -chicka -chicka -chicka
Fm
C
Slim shady, chicka -chicka -chicka -chicka
Fm
Like Jay -Z, jiggers up,
you fuckers who didn't write anything
Are getting washed, like bathing Young Hova,
I know hitters like Yankees
C
Fm
Gun towed as the pull trig
gers like crazy
Unloaded, leave you shot
up in your Rover
C
Your body goes limp and slumps over
Fm
Like A -Rod in a month low,
Fm
Hold up, I said rover,
because now your rover is red
C
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
Fm
But I wrote over my opponents instead,
Cause I gotta keep breaking
I'll go slow for the speds
like the Doberman said
Fm
I still think the roof would go
over your head
C
Beast mode, motherfuckers about to
Fm
get hit with so many foul lines
You think I'm a free throw,
figured it was about time
Fm
You about to get out rhymed,
how could I be dethroned?
C
I stay on my toes like the repo,
Fm
a behemoth in sheep clothes
From the east coast to the west,
C
I'm the ethos and I'm the GOAT
Who the best?
I don't gotta say a fucking
thing though,
cause I'm seasonal
But you don't want
to hear me spit the facts,
Fm
your shit is ass like a tailbone
Or you're trapped in your cell phone,
C
and my chicken scratch on my cell flows
Fm
I don't want to fuckin' listen
to you spit your rap someone else wrote
C
Used to get beat up by the big kids,
Fm
used to let the big kids steal my big will
C
And I wouldn't do shit, but just sit still,
Fm
now money's not a big deal
with six mil, big bills
Fm
Like a platypus, a caterpillar's
C
comin' to get the cannabis
I'm lookin' for the smoke with you motherfuckers,
it's scatterin' batterin' everything
Fm
C
And I've had it with the inadequate,
man, I can see my dick is standin'
stiff as a mannequin
Fm
And I'm bringin' the banana back in
C
the fuckin' Hibannic a handkerchief
Fm
and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuck
C
Fm
in' fingerless gloves back
C
and not givin' a singular fuck like FUCK RAP
Fm
I sound like a fuckin' millionaire
with a derringer with a hair trigger
C
Fm
bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier to Ric Flair drippin' y 'all couldn't hold a
C
candle at a prayer vigil when I vent they compare me to a fuckin' air duck
Fm
I'm bout to bare knuckle it now fuck it,
C
I'm gonna go upside the head
Fm
with an antarctic ab like a fuckin' dab or the track is the blood on my
C
Fm
track that I'm attackin' it what Dracula? fuck that shit
I'm up back with a thud man stop
Fm
look what I'm plannin', plannin'
C
I'm plannin' to do all this while
you're panickin'
And you lookin' and
starin' at mannequins
And I'm goin' to Fannequins
tryin' to get up a Planequins
All of the Planequins, Sanequins,
Fan -fan -Panequins
While all the Bannequins, Sanequins,
Hannah in the cabana
I'm in the cabana and the chan -a
I'm in the cabana chantin'
all the stand -up banter
While you don't got the stamina,
you lackin' the stamina
You lackin' the stamina
while you divorcin' Harrison Ford
And I'm in a Porsche
and the floorboards
while I'm on torrent,
you're way too many napkins,
papkins, lapkins and chapkins,
you're using chapstick and napkins
while I'm papkin,
flapping around like a papkin,
flammin' a baby in a pan
and chapkin,
dammin' a can and puttin'
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