Homicide

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Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
Why, Dad?
Because you came out of my balls, nigga
Hahahaha
*** 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, *** 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 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 mother***ers 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 ***

Can a single one of you mother***ers even rap? ***
No, this ain't a *** to the game, it's a gas to the flame
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, ***'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 ***?
Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this ***
Yeah, I'm killin' this ***

Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this ***
Bobby, how many times you been killin' this ***?
Find another rhyme, ***, nigga, ***
*** 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, *** 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-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady
There's nowhere to hide, we call this *** genocide

Hit 'em with that (doot, doot, doot) and they die
We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this *** genocide
I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes
No, we ain't ***in' 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!)
*** 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, *** 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-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like Jay-Z
Jig is up, you ***ers who didn't write anything

Are getting washed now, chicka-chicka-chicka, 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
Hold 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 doberman said
I still think the (roof) would go over your head (haha)
Beast mode, mother***ers 'bout to get hit with so many foul lines
You 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 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 ***in' thing, though, 'cause MC's know

But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
Your *** is ass like a tailbone
And you're trapped in your cell phone
On my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
I don't want to ***in' listen to you spit your rap 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 *** but just sit still
Now money's not a big deal
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mil'

Big bills like a platypus
A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis
I'm lookin' for the smoke but you mother***ers 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 ***in' headband again
A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the ***in' fingerless gloves back

And not giving a singular ***, like *** rap
I sound like a ***in' millionaire
With the Derringer with a hair trigger
'Bout to bear hug it, ***in' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper
Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
When I vent, they compare me to a ***
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