调：F minor•
Verse 1
Why dad?
Fm
C
Fm
Because you came out of my balls, nigga
C
Fm
C
Fm
Fuck rap, bustin' like an addict
Hold up, catch a vibe,
we leavin' nobody alive
Fm
C
Fm
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' us
and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm chicken,
chicken, chicken,
I'm pourin' out the mouth,
ain't nobody takin' me out
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,
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
Fm
C
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit
killin' this shit?
Fuck rap, bustin' like an addict
Couldn't have it and he ready
Hold up, catch a vibe,
ain't no way in hell
I'm comin' for your man and his lady
I'm feeling like I'm chicka -chicka -chicka -chicka
There's nowhere to hide,
we call this shit genocide
we call this shit genocide
I got rare designer clothes
but if you ain't coming
then you don't deserve to do that
You gon' get smacked,
You gon' make Bobby boy snap,
you gon' make Bobby boy snap
semi -automatic
Who done had it and he ready
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
you fuckers who didn't write anything
Are getting washed, like bathing Young Hova,
I know hitters like Yankees
gers like crazy
Unloaded, leave you shot
up in your Rover
because now your rover is red
Cause I gotta keep breaking
I'll go slow for the speds
like the Doberman said
over your head
You think I'm a free throw,
figured it was about time
how could I be dethroned?
From the east coast to the west,
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,
Or you're trapped in your cell phone,
to you spit your rap someone else wrote
with six mil, big bills
I'm lookin' for the smoke with you motherfuckers,
it's scatterin' batterin' everything
man, I can see my dick is standin'
stiff as a mannequin
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
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
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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