[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' at 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, this a gas to the flame

Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame

Like a moth to the flame, I'ma reel 'em in and kill 'em

Know you feelin' lyricism 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: Joyner Lucas]

All of y'all wishy and washy

All y'all my kids in a car seat

I take my dime to hibachi, we do 69 like Tekashi

Lyin' in the sand, too much time in your hands, I think I need to find you a hobby

God got a plan, hope that God hold your hand, I think I'm 'bout to catch me a body!

Tell all my teachers that I said I'm back on my G shit and I'm coming back to get even

I went on tour and got paid, now I'm back in the region, I let off this mac for no reason

You are now witnessing greatness, I'm practically preaching and this is the passion of Jesus

And all you basic motherfuckas are lacking achievement, and I've just been laughing and geekin'

Back to business, I got mad intentions, I ain't perfect, I made some bad decisions

But it's competition, I'm a savage winning

You can have the digits, I'm a mathematician

I don't see you niggas, I've been lacking vision

You've been acting different, I've been acting distant

I'ma do some shit to bring me mad attention

You gon' do some shit that send me back to prison, whoa!

This is uncomfortable, you just keep putting your feet in a fire

I think my gun got a crush on you, boy, you 'bout to meet your secret admirer

How you do shit you don't wanna do? I do that shit just to keep me inspired

I used to hit it and leave when I wanted to, now I hit it and be sleepin' inside her, woo

Roll up on 'em when I pull up on 'em, put that motherfucking smoke up on 'em with that holy water

Joyner Lucas, I'm a holy mona leader motor runnin'

Man, too many niggas know about it, but I thought about it

Prayed about it to the Lord about it in the morning, but I gotta show 'em what it's all about and I'ma call 'em out

I ain't that nigga you could talk about, you better calm it down

Don't be tryna give me the run around, I'll shut 'em down god damn

[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: 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 4: Mac Miller]

Yeah, what it look like?

Little too much sauce, get it cooked right

I'm the same mothafucka, been the same mothafucka

Make a motherfucker faint like Suge Knight, shit

Gotta make time

And it really ain't shit if it ain't mine

I'm a beast, I'm a dog, I'm a K-9

See the way I make her go down like a bassline (yeah)

Back when I was just a youngin', didn't have any nothin'

Always up to somethin', started gettin' money

Now I'm off and runnin', way too wild to function, call it comin' up

And yeah I'm on the escalator, they be starin' at me

They the spectators and I'm player Magic

I'm a ex-Laker, I'm a mess-maker

I don't stress paper, I don't care who has it (Ooh)

[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 5: Kendrick Lamar]

Nigga do that shit, nigga done that shit

Nigga any problem bet I overcome that shit

Twenty gold bottles I'm a drink on that shit

Twenty songs that I'm on number one that shit

My name gon' ring and my team gon' win

I shot a nigga once and I'd do that shit again

Put your hands on a Bible stealing candy at a store

To a black homicidal it's the same damn sin

Drop down, give me three points ho

K. Dot, give it to it how you want ho

I'm a show you what this West side about

I'm a pull up in a 'Rari at your grandmama's house, hey now

She got a nigga name in her mouth, hey now

T-O to M-O to ammo, I mean

My MO is zero, see commas, I promise

Now go tell your mama this dick ain't for free

This dick ain't, this dick ain't

This dick ain't, this dick ain't

This dick ain't for free

Touch that, I need cash back, transaction

I bust back in a all black Grand National

Hoodrats in the project if you ask 'em

They wanna buy the world, 10 racks on they taxes

Holiday cheers, tell 'em get checks with a bottle to the neck

Nigga get it how you live

[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 6: Eminem]

Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z

Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything

Are getting washed, 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

Hol' 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 Dobermann said

I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha)

Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit

With so many foul lines, you'll 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's 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 wanna 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 a Derringer with a hair trigger

'Bout to bear hug a 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 'bout 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