This single was released on 03 May 2019.
Scale: F Minor Time Signature: 4/4 Tempo: 140 Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU c h o r d z o n e . o r g [INTRO] Fm [VERSE] Fm Son, you know why you the greatest alive? Fm Why, Dad? Fm Because you came out of my balls, nigga Fm Hahahahahaha Fm (Roof!) [CHORUS] Fm Fuck rap Fm Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic Fm Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Fm Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive Fm Leave a suicide note, fuck that Fm Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this Fm I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby Fm I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika- Slim Shady [VERSE] Fm I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out Fm Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about Fm And I dare you to test me Fm 'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me Fm And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration Fm But I'm full of innovation Fm And I'm tired of all of this high school "he's cool, he's not" rap shit Fm Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit Fm No, this ain't a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame Fm Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame Fm Like a moth to the flame, I'm a realer man, a killer Fm Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself Fm Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself Fm Mass murder like this can't be good for my health Fm When I rap like this, do I sound like shit? Fm Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit Fm Yeah, I'm killin' this shit Fm Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit Fm Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit? Fm Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Fm Fuck rap Fm Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic Fm Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Fm Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive Fm Leave a suicide note, fuck that Fm Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this Fm I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby Fm I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika Fm Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady [VERSE] Fm There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide Fm Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die Fm We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide Fm I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes Fm No, we ain't fuckin' with that Fm Yeah, there's a time and a place Fm But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps Fm Callin' yourself the greatest alive Fm Then you don't deserve to do that Fm No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that Fm You gon' get smacked Fm You gon' make Bobby attack Fm You gon' make Bobby Boy snap Fm You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!) www.chordzone.org [CHORUS] Fm Fuck rap Fm Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic Fm Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back Fm Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive Fm Leave a suicide note, fuck that Fm Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this Fm I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby Fm I'm feelin' like I'm chika-chika-chika-chika Fm Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady [VERSE] Fm Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z Fm Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything Fm Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing Fm Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees Fm Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy Fm Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover Fm Your body goes limp and slumps over Fm Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered Fm Hol' up, I said "rover" because now your Rover is red Fm Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant Fm But I roll over my opponents instead Fm Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down Fm I'll go slow for the speds Fm But when I go (Roof!) like the dobermann said Fm I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha) Fm Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit Fm With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw Fm Figured it was about time for people to eat crow Fm You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned? Fm I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes Fm From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T Fm Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though Fm 'Cause MCs know Fm But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts Fm Your shit is ass like a tailbone Fm Or you're trapped in your cell phone Fm Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe Fm I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote Fm Used to get beat up by the big kids Fm Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel Fm And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still Fm Now money's not a big deal Fm I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill' Fm Big bills like a platypus Fm A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis Fm I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin' Fm Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate Fm Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin Fm And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again Fm A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back Fm And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap Fm I sound like a fuckin' millionaire Fm With a Derringer with a hair trigger Fm 'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper Fm Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil Fm When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct Fm I'm about to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it Fm I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket Fm Abraca-fuckin'-dabra Fm The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it Fm What? Dracula, fuck that shit Fm I'm up, back with a thud Fm Man, stop [OUTRO] Fm Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to Fm Do all this while ya panickin' Fm And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins Fm And I'm goin' to Fanagans Fm Trying to get up a plan against Fm All of the blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigans Fm While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana Fm You're in a cab- Fm I'm in a cabana and a Janet Fm I'm in a cabana chantin' all this standup banter Fm While you don't got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina Fm You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford Fm And I'm in a Porsche on the floorboards Fm While I'm world tourin' Fm You usin' way too many napkins, papkins Fm Lapkins and chapki- Fm You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin' Fm Flappin' around like a bapkin' Fm Flamminababbitapannitajampkin Fm Dammit, a can of pada-
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