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[Intro: Sir Robert Bryson Hall, Logic &
Son, you why you the greatest alive?
Why,
you came out of my balls, nigga

[Chorus:
rap
Bustin' like an addict with a
Who done had it, and he ready for to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody
Even suicide, no fuck
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin'
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and the baby
I'm feelin' I'm chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies

[Verse 1:
I'm foamin' out the mouth, ain't nobody me out
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah they know I'm about
And I you to test me
'Cause not a one of you motherfuckers impress me
And that's a little bit of an exaggeration
But I'm full of
And I'm tired of all of high school "he's cool, he's not" rap shit
Can a single one of you even rap? Shit
No, this a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, lame
Like a to the flame, I'm a realer man, a killer
Know you feelin' it, I when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be himself
Mass murder like can't be good for my health
When I rap like this, do I like shit?
Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' shit
Yeah, I'm killin' this
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm this shit
Bobby, how many time you killin' this shit?
another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit

[Chorus:
rap
Bustin' an addict with a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to back
Hold up, catch a vibe, no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Even suicide, no that
feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the
I'm like I'm chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Shady

[Verse 2:
There's nowhere to hide, we call this genocide
Hit 'em with (Do-do-do) and they die
We leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide
I got bitches, I got hoes, I got designer clothes
No, we ain't with that
Yeah, there's a and a place
But if you ain't with 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 attack
You make Bobby Boy snap
You gon' make Bobby Boy (Bobby Boy!)

Logic]
rap
Bustin' like an addict with a
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in we leavin' nobody alive
Even suicide, no that
Bobby villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the
I'm feelin' I'm chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Shady

[Verse 3:
like JAY-Z
Jig is up, you who didn't write anything
Are washed now, chika-chika-chika, like bathing
Young Hova, I hittas like Yankees
Gun that pull triggers like crazy
Unloadin', leave you shot up in your
Your body goes and slumps over
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just
Hol' up, I said because now your Rover is red
Like Red Rover, so you what I meant
But I rode over my opponents
Makin' dog sounds I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
I'll go slow for the
But when I go (Roof!) the doberman said
I think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Haha)
Beast mode, motherfuckers to get hit
With so many foul lines you think I'm a free
Figured it was about 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 sheep
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
'Cause MCs
But you don't wanna me spit the facts
Your shit is ass a tail bone
And trapped in your cell phone
I'ma chicken scratch, self-loathe
I don't want to fuckin' to you spit your rap someone else wrote
Used to get up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but sit still
Now money's not a big
I'm rich, I wipe my ass six mill'
Big bills like a
A comin' to get the cannabis
I'm for the smoke 'cause you motherfuckers are scatterin'
Batterin' everything and I've had it with the man
I can see my dick is stiff 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 a singular fuck like fuck rap
I like a fuckin' millionaire
the Darringer with a hair trigger
'Bout to hug your fuckin' terrier to "Ric Flair Drip"
And y'all couldn't hold a candle at a vigil
When I vent, compare me to a fuckin' air duct
I'm about to bare it, nah fuck it
I'm gonna go upside the head with a

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 I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to
Do all this while ya
And you're lookin' and at mannequins
And I'm to Fanagans
Trying to get up a 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 cabana all this stand up banter
While you don't got the stamina, lackin' the stamina
You're lackin' the stamina you're divorcin' Harrison Ford
And I'm in a Porsche on the floor
I'm world tourin'
You usin' way too napkins, papkins
and chapki-
You using ChapStick and while I'm bapkin'
around like a bapkin'

Dammit, a can of p-