作词 : Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto/Tim Schoegje/Jeremy Alexander Uribe/Dillan Beau Bailard/Donnell Stephens III 作曲 : Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto/Tim Schoegje/Jeremy Alexander Uribe/Dillan Beau Bailard/Donnell Stephens III Son, you know why you the greatest alive? Why, Dad? Because you came out of my balls, nigga Hahahahaha **** 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 **** 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 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 mother****ers 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 ****ers 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 time you been killin' this shit? Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit **** 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 Even suicide, no **** 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 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 ****in' 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!) **** 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 Even suicide, no **** 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 Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z Jig is up, you ****ers who didn't write anything Are getting washed now, chika-chika-chika, like bathing Young Hova, I know hittas 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 Hol' up, I said rover because now your Rover is red Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant But I rode 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, mother****ers '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 ****in' thing though 'Cause MCs know But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts Your shit is ass like a tail bone And you're trapped in your cell phone I'ma chicken scratch, I'ma self-loathe I don't want to ****in' listen to You spit your rap 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 mil' Big bills like a platypus A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis I'm lookin' for the smoke 'Cause you mother****ers 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 in the ****in' cabana again The handkerchief And I'm thinkin' of bringin' the ****in' fingerless gloves back And not giving a singular ****, like **** rap I sound like a ****in' millionaire With the Darringer with a hair trigger 'Bout to bear hug your ****in' terrier to "Ric Flair Drip" And y'all couldn't hold the candle at a prayer vigil When I vent, they compare me to a ****in' air duct I'm about to bare knuckle it, nah **** it I'm gonna go upside the head with a Nantucket Abraca-****in'-dabra The track is the blood of my track that I'm attackin' What Dracula? **** that shit I'm up back for the- Man. stop 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 going 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, ya lackin' the stamina Ya lackin' the stamina while ya divorcin' Harrison Ford And I'm in a Porsche and the floor boards While I'm world tourin' You using way too many napkins Bapkins Lapkins and Chapki- You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin' Flappin' around like a bapkin' Flamminababbitapannitajampkin Damnit my can of p-
[00:00.000] 作词 : Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto/Tim Schoegje/Jeremy Alexander Uribe/Dillan Beau Bailard/Donnell Stephens III [00:01.000] 作曲 : Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Marshall Mathers/Luis Resto/Tim Schoegje/Jeremy Alexander Uribe/Dillan Beau Bailard/Donnell Stephens III [00:03.17]Son, you know why you the greatest alive? [00:06.35]Why, Dad? [00:07.86]Because you came out of my balls, nigga [00:11.12]Hahahahaha [00:13.19]**** rap [00:14.25]Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic [00:15.62]Who done had it, [00:16.25]And he ready for anybody to buck back [00:17.38]Hold up, catch a vibe, [00:18.34]Ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive [00:19.53]Leave a suicide note **** that [00:20.84]Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this [00:22.32]I'm comin' for your man [00:23.04]And his lady and even the baby [00:24.13]I'm feelin' like I'm chika-chika-chika, [00:25.61]Slim Shady with rabies [00:26.56]I'm foamin' out the mouth, [00:27.35]Ain't nobody takin' me out [00:28.14]Every single rapper in the industry, [00:29.53]Yeah they know what I'm about [00:30.30]And I dare you to test me [00:31.21]'Cause not a single one of you mother****ers impress me [00:32.99]And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration [00:34.74]But I'm full of innovation [00:35.42]And I'm tired of all of this high school [00:36.81]"He's cool, he's not" rap shit [00:38.21]Can a single one of you ****ers even rap? Shit [00:41.00]No, this ain't a diss to the game, [00:42.40]It's a gas to the flame [00:43.15]Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame [00:44.94]Like a moth to the flame, I'm a realer man, a killer [00:46.64]Know you feelin' it, [00:47.21]I sizzle when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself [00:48.55]Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself [00:50.34]Mass murder like this can't be good for my health [00:51.99]When I rap like this, do I sound like shit? [00:53.74]Well, it don't really matter, [00:54.63]'Cause I'm killin' this shit [00:55.60]Yeah, I'm killin' this shit [00:56.52]Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit [00:58.06]Bobby, how many time you been killin' this shit? [00:59.96]Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit [01:01.76]**** rap [01:02.34]Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic [01:03.59]Who done had it, [01:04.26]And he ready for anybody to buck back [01:05.39]Hold up, catch a vibe, [01:06.33]Ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive [01:07.69]Even suicide, no **** that [01:08.66]Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this [01:10.38]I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby [01:12.37]I'm feelin' like I'm chika-chika-chika-chika [01:13.74]Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady [01:15.35]There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide [01:17.52]Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die [01:19.28]We gon' leave 'em crucified, [01:20.30]We call this shit genocide [01:21.62]I got bitches, I got hoes, [01:23.44]I got rare designer clothes [01:25.20]No, we ain't ****in' with that [01:26.43]Yeah, there's a time and a place [01:27.68]But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps [01:29.32]Callin' yourself the greatest alive [01:30.91]Then you don't deserve to do that [01:32.33]No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that [01:34.09]You gon' get smacked [01:35.02]You gon' make Bobby attack [01:36.17]You gon' make Bobby Boy snap [01:37.53]You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!) [01:39.47]**** rap [01:40.00]Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic [01:41.31]Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back [01:43.07]Hold up, catch a vibe, [01:43.97]Ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive [01:45.36]Even suicide, no **** that [01:46.38]Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this [01:48.10]I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby [01:50.17]I'm feelin' like I'm chika-chika-chika-chika [01:51.68]Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady [01:53.12]Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z [01:54.85]Jig is up, you ****ers who didn't write anything [01:56.53]Are getting washed now, chika-chika-chika, like bathing [01:58.24]Young Hova, I know hittas like Yankees [01:59.91]Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy [02:01.60]Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover [02:03.36]Your body goes limp and slumps over [02:05.04]Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered [02:06.93]Hol' up, I said rover because now your Rover is red [02:10.13]Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant [02:11.78]But I rode over my opponents instead [02:13.50]Makin' dog sounds [02:14.17]'Cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down [02:16.06]I'll go slow for the speds [02:16.97]But when I go (Roof!) like the doberman said [02:18.71]I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Haha) [02:20.48]Beast mode, mother****ers 'bout to get hit [02:22.04]With so many foul lines you think I'm a free throw [02:23.57]Figured it was about time for people to eat crow [02:25.12]You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned? [02:26.96]I stay on my toes like the repo, [02:28.25]A behemoth in sheep clothes [02:29.43]From the East Coast to the West, [02:30.61]I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T. [02:31.69]Who the best? I don't gotta say a ****in' thing though [02:33.53]'Cause MCs know [02:34.16]But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts [02:35.52]Your shit is ass like a tail bone [02:36.63]And you're trapped in your cell phone [02:37.85]I'ma chicken scratch, I'ma self-loathe [02:39.05]I don't want to ****in' listen to [02:39.96]You spit your rap someone else wrote [02:41.23]Used to get beat up by the big kids [02:42.75]Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel [02:44.34]And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still [02:45.95]Now money's not a big deal [02:47.05]I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mil' [02:48.90]Big bills like a platypus [02:50.31]A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis [02:51.53]I'm lookin' for the smoke [02:52.27]'Cause you mother****ers are scatterin' [02:53.26]Batterin' everything [02:53.86]And I've had it with the inadequate man [02:55.11]I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin [02:56.67]And I'm bringin' the bandana [02:57.42]Back in the ****in' cabana again [02:58.29]The handkerchief [02:58.94]And I'm thinkin' of bringin' the ****in' fingerless gloves back [03:00.57]And not giving a singular ****, like **** rap [03:01.98]I sound like a ****in' millionaire [03:03.39]With the Darringer with a hair trigger [03:04.71]'Bout to bear hug your ****in' terrier to "Ric Flair Drip" [03:06.65]And y'all couldn't hold the candle at a prayer vigil [03:08.22]When I vent, they compare me to a ****in' air duct [03:09.79]I'm about to bare knuckle it, nah **** it [03:11.34]I'm gonna go upside the head with a Nantucket [03:12.79]Abraca-****in'-dabra [03:13.55]The track is the blood of my track that I'm attackin' [03:15.43]What Dracula? **** that shit [03:16.82]I'm up back for the- [03:17.98]Man. stop [03:18.88]Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' [03:21.76]To do all this while ya panickin' [03:24.00]And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins [03:26.14]And I'm going to Fanagans [03:28.38]Trying to get up a plan against [03:29.76]All of the blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigans [03:32.64]While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana [03:35.66]You're in a cab— [03:36.96]I'm in a cabana and a Janet [03:38.34]I'm in a cabana chantin' all this stand up banter [03:41.17]While you don't got the stamina, ya lackin' the stamina [03:43.52]Ya lackin' the stamina while ya divorcin' Harrison Ford [03:46.37]And I'm in a Porsche and the floor boards [03:48.40]While I'm world tourin' [03:50.52]You using way too many napkins [03:53.16]Bapkins [03:54.26]Lapkins and Chapki- [03:55.91]You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin' [03:58.34]Flappin' around like a bapkin' [04:00.99]Flamminababbitapannitajampkin [04:04.36]Damnit my can of p-
