[Intro: Sir Bryson Hall, Logic & Both] Son, you why you the greatest alive? Why, Because you out of my balls, nigga
[Chorus: rap Bustin' like an with a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we nobody alive Even suicide, no fuck Bobby villainous, he killin' this I'm comin' for man and his lady and even the baby I'm feelin' like I'm chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with
[Verse 1: I'm foamin' out the mouth, nobody takin' me out single rapper in the industry, yeah they know what I'm about And I you to test me not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me And maybe that's a little bit of an But I'm 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 fuckers even Shit No, ain't a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame Nowadays, sound the same, shit's lame Like a moth to the flame, I'm a realer man, a Know you feelin' it, I sizzle when I'm it, I'm feelin' myself Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be himself Mass murder this can't be good for my health When I rap this, do I sound like shit? Well, it really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit Yeah, I'm killin' this Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this Bobby, how many time you been killin' shit? another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit
[Chorus: rap Bustin' like an addict with a Who done had it, and he ready for to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive Even suicide, no fuck feelin' villainous, he killin' this I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the I'm feelin' like I'm Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Shady
2: Logic] There's to hide, we call this shit genocide Hit 'em with (Do-do-do) and they die We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit I got bitches, I got hoes, I got designer clothes No, we ain't with that Yeah, a time and a place But if you ain't comin' the illest of raps Callin' yourself the alive Then you don't deserve to do No, no, oh no, no, please do not do You get smacked You gon' make Bobby You gon' make Boy snap You gon' make Bobby Boy (Bobby Boy!)
[Chorus: rap Bustin' like an addict a semi-automatic Who done had it, and he for anybody to buck back Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' alive Even suicide, no fuck feelin' villainous, he killin' this I'm comin' for man and his lady and even the baby I'm feelin' like I'm Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim
3: Eminem] Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga JAY-Z Jig is up, you who didn't write anything Are washed now, chika-chika-chika, like bathing Young Hova, I know hittas Yankees Gun toters that triggers like crazy Unloadin', leave you up in your Rover Your body goes and slumps over A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered Hol' up, I said rover because now Rover is red Like Red Rover, so you know what I But I rode over my instead Makin' dog 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down I'll go slow for the But I go (Roof!) like the doberman said I still think the (Roof!) would go your head (Haha) Beast mode, 'bout to get hit With so many foul you think I'm a free throw Figured it was time for people to eat crow You to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned? I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in clothes From the 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 thing though MCs know But you don't wanna me spit the facts Your shit is ass like a tail And you're trapped in your phone I'ma scratch, I'ma self-loathe I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your rap someone else Used to get beat up by the big Used to let the big kids steal my big And I wouldn't do shit but just sit Now money's not a big I'm rich, I wipe my ass six mill' Big bills like a A caterpillar's to get the cannabis I'm lookin' for the smoke you motherfuckers are scatterin' Batterin' everything and I've had it the inadequate man I can see my dick is standin' as a mannequin And I'm bringin' the back in the fuckin' cabana again The handkerchief and I'm of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back And not giving a singular like fuck rap I like a fuckin' millionaire With the with a hair trigger to bear hug your fuckin' terrier to "Ric Flair Drip" And y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct I'm to bare knuckle it, nah fuck it I'm go upside the head with a Nantucket The is the blood of my track that I'm attackin' it What, Dracula? Fuck that I'm up, back a thud- Man,
Chris D'Elia] Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm to Do all this ya panickin' And you're and starin' at mannequins And I'm goin' to to get up a plan against All of the of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana You're in a I'm in a and a Janet I'm in a chantin' all this stand up banter While you don't got the stamina, lackin' the stamina You're the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford And I'm in a on the floor boards I'm world tourin' You usin' way too napkins, papkins Lapkins and You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm Flappin' around a bapkin' Dammit, a can of p-