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Homicide

Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
Why, Dad?
Because you came out of my balls, niggaHahahahahaha
(Roof!)

Fuck rap
Bustin` like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain`t no way in hell we leavin` nobody alive
Leave a suicide note, fuck 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, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies

I`m foamin` at the mouth, ain`t nobody takin` me out
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
Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit
No, this ain`t a diss to the game, this a gas to the flame
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit`s lame
Like a moth to the flame, I`ma reel `em in and kill `em
Know you feelin` lyricism when I`m spillin` it, I`m feelin` myself
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin` himself
Mass murder like this can`t be good for my health
When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?
Well, it don`t really matter, `cause I`m killin` this shit
Yeah, I`m killin` this shit
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I`m killin` this shit
Bobby, how many times you been killin` this shit?
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit

Fuck rap
Bustin` like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain`t no way in hell we leavin` nobody alive
Leave a suicide note, fuck 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, chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady

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

Fuck rap
Bustin` like an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain`t no way in hell we leavin` nobody alive
Leave a suicide note, fuck 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 chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady

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

Look what I`m plannin`, plannin`, I`m plannin` to
Do all this while ya panickin`
And you`re lookin` and starin` at mannequins
And I`m goin` to Fanagans
Trying to get up a plan against
All of the blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigans
While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana
You`re in a cab-
I`m in a cabana and a Janet
I`m in a cabana chantin` all this standup banter
While you don`t got the stamina, you`re lackin` the stamina
You`re lackin` the stamina while you`re divorcin` Harrison Ford
And I`m in a Porsche on the floorboards
While I`m world tourin`
You usin` way too many napkins, papkins
Lapkins and chapki-
You using ChapStick and napkins while I`m bapkin`
Flappin` around like a bapkin`
Flamminababbitapannitajampkin, dammit, a can of pada-

Date Added: 2019-07-01
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