Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
Why, Dad?
Because you came out of my balls, nigga
Hahahahahaha
Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
Why, Dad?
Because you came out of my balls, nigga
Hahahahahaha
[Chorus: Logic]
Fuck 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
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies
[Verse 1: Logic]
I'm foamin' out the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out
Every single rapper in the industry, 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
Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit
No, this ain't a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame
Like a moth to the flame, I'm a realer man, a killer
Know you feelin' it, I sizzle when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself
Mass murder like this can't be good for my health
When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?
Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit
Yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit
[Chorus: Logic]
Fuck 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
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady
[Verse 2: Logic]
There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide
Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die
We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit 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
Callin' 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!)
[Chorus: Logic]
Fuck 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
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
I'm feelin' like I'm chika-chika-chika-chika
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything
Are getting washed now, liga-liga-liga, like bathing
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover
Your body goes limp and slumps over
Like A-Rod in a month lull, 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 roll over my opponents instead
Makin' dog 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 (Haha)
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 about 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 G.O.A.T
Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though
Cause MCs know
But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
Your shit is ass like a tailbone
Or you're trapped in your cell phone
Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still
Now money's not a big deal
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'
Big bills like a platypus
A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis
I'm lookin' for the smoke but 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 bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again
A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap
I sound like a fuckin' millionaire
With the Derringer with a hair trigger
Bout to bear hug it, fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper
Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct
I'm about to bare knuckle it, nah, fuck it
I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket
Abraca-fuckin'-dabra
The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it
What? Dracula, fuck that shit
I'm up, back with a thud
Man, stop
[Outro: Chris D'Elia]
Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to
Do all this while ya panickin'
And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins
And I'm goin' to Fanagans
Trying to get up a plan against
All of the blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigans
While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana
You're in a cab-
I'm in a cabana and a Janet
I'm in a cabana chantin' all this stand up banter
While you don't got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina
You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford
And I'm in a Porsche on the floor boards
While I'm world tourin'
You usin' way too many napkins, papkins
Lapkins and chapki-
You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin'
Flappin' around like a bapkin'
Flamminababbitapannitajampkin
Dammit, a can of p-
儿子，你知道为什么你最大的活着吗？
为什么，爸爸？
因为你我的球就出来了，兄弟们
哈哈哈哈哈哈
[合唱：逻辑]
他妈的说唱
认真过像用半自动瘾君子
谁做了它，并且他准备任何降压回
抱起来，抓氛围，是不是没有办法在地狱，我们要走了，没有人还活着
留下遗书，他妈的
鲍比感觉坏人，他扼杀了这
我马上就要为你的男人和他的夫人，甚至婴儿
我感觉就像我，知花，知花，知花，阿姆狂犬病
[诗歌1：逻辑]
我foamin'出了口，不是没有人羚牛我出去
在同行业中每一个说唱歌手，是啊，他们知道我很担心
而且我敢考我
原因不是你怎么就单一个打动我
也许这是夸张了一点点
但我充满创新
而且我厌倦了这一切的高中“他很酷，他不是”首rap
可以的，你一个一个怎么就说唱连？拉屎
不，这不是迪斯的游戏，这是一个气体火焰
如今，每个人的声音一样，狗屎的跛脚
就像飞蛾扑火，我是一个更真实的人，一个杀手
知道你感觉它，我当我哭啊滋滋，我感觉我自己
是啊，是啊，鲍比的男孩，他会感觉自己
像这样的大规模屠杀不可能是我的健康有好处
当我说唱这样的，我听起来像狗屎？
那么，它真的不打紧，因为我杀人这狗屎
是啊，我杀人这狗屎
噢，噢，我杀人这狗屎
鲍比，多少次你被扼杀了这个狗屎？
找到另一韵，该死的，兄弟们，狗屎
[合唱：逻辑]
他妈的说唱
认真过像用半自动瘾君子
谁做了它，并且他准备任何降压回
抱起来，抓氛围，是不是没有办法在地狱，我们要走了，没有人还活着
留下遗书，他妈的
鲍比感觉坏人，他扼杀了这
我马上就要为你的男人和他的夫人，甚至婴儿
我感觉就像我，知花，知花，知花，千夏
知花，知花，知花，知花，知花，阿姆
[诗2：逻辑]
有藏身之地，我们称这种狗屎种族灭绝
打他们与（DO-DO-DO）和他们死
我们坤'离开他们钉在十字架上，我们称这种狗屎种族灭绝
我得到了母狗，我得到了锄头，我得到了难得的名牌服装
不，我们是不是他妈的与
是啊，有一个时间和地点
但是，如果你不科曼与illest斥责的
呼唤自己最大的活
然后，你不配做
不，不，哦，不，不，请不要做
你们就能得到轰出
你们就能使鲍比攻击
你们就能使鲍比男孩卡
你们就能使鲍比男孩卡（鲍比男孩！）
[合唱：逻辑]
他妈的说唱
认真过像用半自动瘾君子
谁做了它，并且他准备任何降压回
抱起来，抓氛围，是不是没有办法在地狱，我们要走了，没有人还活着
留下遗书，他妈的
鲍比感觉坏人，他扼杀了这
我马上就要为你的男人和他的夫人，甚至婴儿
我感觉好像我知花，知花，知花，千夏
知花，知花，知花，知花，知花，阿姆
[第3节：阿姆]
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga喜欢JAY-Z
跳汰机到了，你不要脸谁没写东西
现在越来越洗净，西甲，西甲，西甲，像洗澡
杨荷瓦，我知道像洋基打者
枪toters那拉触发器想疯了
Unloadin'，让你在你的罗孚狂涨
你的身体去跛行，暴跌超过
像罗德里格兹一个月的平静，但他只是本垒打
抱起来，我说流动站因为现在你的罗孚是红色的
像红色流浪，所以你知道我是什么意思
但我翻身我的对手，而不是
金狗的声音，因为我要继续唱到这条下降
我会去的speds慢
但是，当我去（屋顶！）像杜宾说
我仍然认为屋面（！）会去在你的头上（哈哈）
野兽模式，怎么就“回合被击中
有了这么多的犯规线，你认为我是个罚球
想通这是关于时间的人吃乌鸦
你即将要出押韵，我怎么可能被废黜？
我留在我的脚趾像回购，在羊的衣服巨兽
从东部沿海到西部，我的精神和我的G.O.A.T
谁是最好的，我没有得说一个该死的事情，虽然
原因管委会知道
但是，你不想听我吐的事实
你的屎是屁股像尾骨
或者你被困在你的手机
还是我的鸡划伤，或我的自我厌恶
我不想他妈的听你吐你的斥责别人写的
用于由大孩子惨了
用来让大孩子偷我的大轮
而且我不会做狗屎只是坐以待毙
现在钱不是什么大不了的事
我很有钱，我拍我的马屁六个磨”
大面额的钞票像鸭嘴兽
毛毛虫的坠落，让大麻
我追寻的烟雾，但你怎么就被散射问题
Batterin'一切，我受够了这种不足了吧
男人，我可以看到我的家伙是站在僵硬的模特
而我BRINGIN'的头巾回来了，该死的再次头带
手帕，我他妈的BRINGIN的想指手套回
而不是给人一种奇异他妈的，像他妈的说唱
我听起来像一个他妈的百万富翁
与头发触发Derringer
布特熊抱它，他妈的梗，在Ric天才滴头
你们都不能在守夜祈祷望其项背
当我发泄，他们比我一个该死的风道
我对裸屈服它，不，这他妈的
我要去上攻他们当头一楠塔基特
Abraca-fuckin'-达布拉
这条赛道的血液，吸引我的，我attackin'它
什么？德古拉，他妈的狗屎
我了，回来砰的一声
男人，停止
[结尾：克里斯·达利亚]
你看我在规划中有什么，规划中，我是规划中到
做了这一切，而雅panickin'
你好像在看着他，并盯着在模特
而我要去给Fanagans
试图让补防计划
所有的blana-kazana-KA-FAM-BAM-bannigans
而在小屋的所有巴纳 - kazanika汉娜
你在一个CAB-
我在一个小屋和珍妮特
我在一个小屋chantin'这一切站起来戏谑
虽然你没有得到的耐力，你lackin'后劲
你lackin'后劲，而你divorcin'哈里森·福特
而我在地板上板保时捷
虽然我的世界tourin'
你全光照太多的餐巾，papkins
Lapkins和chapki-
您可以使用唇膏和餐巾纸，而我bapkin'
Flappin'周围像bapkin'
Flamminababbitapannitajampkin
该死的，对一罐
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