Son, you know why you the greatest alive? Why dad? Because you came out of my balls, 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 Beamin' suicide, no, * that, Bobby feelin' villainous He killin' us, 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 pourin' out the mouth Ain't nobody takin' me out, every single rapper in the industry Now 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 * Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers even rap * No, this ain't a *** to the gang, this is gas to the flame Nowadays, everybody sayin' the same *'s lame Like a monster to the flame, I'm a villain, man, I'm killin' Are you feelin' it? I'm sizzlin' when I'm spillin' and I'm feelin' myself Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he been feelin' himself Mass murder like this can't be good for my health When I rap like this, do I sound like *? Yeah, I'm killin' this *, oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this * Bobby, how many times you been killin' this *? Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, * * rap, I sound 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 Beamin' suicide, no, * that, Bobby feelin' villainous He killin' us, 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, Slim Shady There's nowhere to hide, we call this * genocide Hit em' with that doo-doo 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 fuckin' with that Yeah, there's a time and a place, but if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps Call it 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, I sound 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 Beamin' suicide, no, * that, Bobby feelin' villainous He killin' us, I'm comin' for your man and his lady And even a baby, I'm feelin' like I'm Chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka Slim shady, chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka Like Jay-Z, jiggers up, you fuckers who didn't write anything Are getting washed, like bathing Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees Gun towed as the pull triggers like crazy Unloaded, leave you shot up in your Rover, your body goes limp And slumps over like A-Rod in a month low 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 wrote over my opponents instead, makin' dark 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 Beast mode, motherfuckers 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 bout 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 GOAT Who the best? I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing though, cause I'm seasonal But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts, your * is ass Like a tailbone, or you're trapped in your cell phone I'm a chicken scratch on my cell phone, I don't wanna fuckin' listen To you, you spit your rap someone else wrote Beat up all the big kids, used to let the big kids steal My big will, 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 cause 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 banana back in a fuckin' Hibannic In a handkerchief, and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back And not givin' a singular *, like FUCK RAP I sound like a fuckin' millionaire with a derringer with a hair trigger Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier to Ric Flair I got a head with an ant, I could abrac-a-fuckin' dab Roll the track cause the blood on my track that I'm attackin' At what, Dracula? * that *, I'm up back with a thot Man, stop Look what I'm plannin', plannin' I'm plannin' to do all this while you're panickin' And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins And I'm goin' to Fanniquins, tryin' to get up a Planniquins All of the Planniquins, Sanniquins, Fann-Fann-Fanniquins Well, all the Banniquins, Sanniquinana In a cabana You're in a cabana, I'm in a cabana, in a chana I'm in a cabana, chantin' on a stand-up banner Well, you don't got the stamina, you're lackin' of stamina You're lackin' of stamina While you're divorcin' Harrison Ford And I'm in a Porsche on the floorboards While I'm on a torrent You're usin' way too many napkins Papkins, lapkins, and chapkins You're usin' chapstick and napkins While I'm papkin Flampin' around like a papkin Flamin' a baby in a cabana, chapkin Damn, and I can't put it down Flamin' a baby in a cabana, chapkin Damn, and I can't put it down