[Intro] Motherfuckers talkin’ crazy (Yeah) Sayin’ I should quit (Ah) I fuckin’ tell ’em “make me” (Bitch) Eat a fuckin’ dick (Yeah) I’m feelin’ like the greatest (Woo!) On the beat who ever did it Mike WiLL the one who made it It’s Shady on the lyrics
[Verse 1] I’m somewhat outlandish they say You say we’re cut from the same cloth But I guess you fabricate, eh? You better bring more men than the Latter Day Saints Manic states, Stephen Paddock with automatic stay sprayin’ At anything that may stand in they way As I stand at the bay window with a hand grenade And a trey eight, at the Mandalay Bay Common sense, I’m a dollar short and a day late James Holmes at the Saturday Batman matinee Must have missed my CAT scan that day (Yeah!) I just threw a Tampax at Dre Trashcan, Tascam and ashtray I’m turnin’ back to a madman, can’t take Anymore but I try to get away from the anger and rage My basal ganglia’s an A to the K Get your ass sprayed like bidets Breakin’ your legs eight different ways, ankle to waist You chumps don’t even know how to do somethin’ To give goosebumps a day when you say That somethin’ you wrote gave someone a lump in their throat Or you had them choked up, you’d be yankin’ my chain (Ayy) Feel like I’m headed for the padded cell, the Bar for me when I rap isn’t fair but Guess that’s the standard I’m held to But if somethin’ like that doesn’t tell ya You set a mark too high when platinum sales are looked at as a failure (Yeah) Then you better take it back to The Shelter and Hamburger Helper ‘Cause, damn it, I’m still the
[Chorus] Greatest in the world (Yeah!) Greatest in the world (Yeah!) Greatest in the world (Yeah!) No lie, I might be The best to ever do it (Yeah!) The best to ever do it (Yeah!) The best to ever do it (Yeah!) I feel like the greatest (Yeah!) Woke up to honkies sounding like me Never be as good (Yeah!) Never be as good (Yeah!) (Packing up) Wife-beaters, white t-shirts, what? But I’m the greatest
[Verse 2] So you sold ten million albums, eh? (What?) Only problem is, you put out ten million albums, eh? (Haha! Wait) What was I just about to say? Oh yeah, let me get this out the way I know there’s people that are pissed about the way I mispronounced a name, “Die Antwoord!” Fuck, I still can’t say this shit, but how quickly they forget Who the fuck I was; now Ninja try to duck my slugs You let ya girl get fucked by Muggs I’d like to give a shout to Cypress (Woo!) This can’t be real, you dissed me and I was just tryin’ to Give you a shout—now get the fuck out my rhyme book No more shiners, already too much time took And rappers I hear you talkin’ shit I’m just too big to respond to it God forbid I forget though, and jump out the window Somebody better child-proof it (Yeah) ‘Cause if I lose it we can rewind to some old Ja Rule shit And I can remind motherfuckers how I do shit You don’t got the tools I got in my toolkit (Bitch!) I bullshit you not, y’all fools just forgot That I’m so fuckin’ awful with the thoughts And when I’m hostile and impossible to stop So you can call it a nostril ’cause it’s not gonna ever I’ll never let up on the pedal, might as well get the mop ‘Cause I’m wipin’ up everyone in this genre ‘Cause on the mic I feel like I’m the
[Chorus] Greatest in the world (Yeah!) Greatest in the world (Yeah!) Greatest in the world (Yeah!) No lie, I might be The best to ever do it (Yeah!) The best to ever do it (Yeah!) The best to ever do it (Yeah!) I feel like the greatest (Yeah!) Woke up to honkies sounding like me Never be as good (Yeah!) Never be as good (Yeah!) (Packing up) Wife-beaters, white t-shirts, what? But I’m the greatest
[Verse 3] Oh yeah, and one more thing I want to mention (What?) Is you’re one dimension I’m a monkey wrench and I can flunk detention And I love contentions, so welcome to the gun convention Muscles flexin’, gotta strut like a front suspension (Woo) And you just stuck the key up in the ignition And gave me enough gas to flood my engine (Yeah) Psychopath, Michael Jack’s blowin’ up like a raft I should slap Vlad with a ISIS flag Bet you I come back twice as bad (Uh) Revival didn’t go viral! Denaun and Royce tell me that I should take the high road Fuck that, I’m finna hit back ‘Til I run out of gunpowder and split the scene (Pew) Hold the mic similar to pistol, squeeze And I shoot from the hip when I grip them things And my lips are the clips, got the Sig lit like it’s nicotine Trigger me and Slim gets mean (Brr!) Bars are like bullets when I spit them schemes That’s why I call the motherfuckers M16s (Woo!) Float like a butterfly, I’m gonna sting like a bee You ain’t harmin’ a thing I hit a ding (Ding!) hard as I’m gonna swing I’m gonna need to put my arm in a sling (Ow!) But like a wedding band You gotta be diamond to even climb in the ring Anomaly, I’m Muhammad Ali ‘Cause I knew one day (Hey!) I’m gonna be the
[Chorus] Greatest in the world (Yeah!) Greatest in the world (Yeah!) Greatest in the world (Yeah!) No lie, I might be The best to ever do it (Yeah!) The best to ever do it (Yeah!) The best to ever do it (Yeah!) I feel like the greatest (Yeah!) Woke up to honkies sounding like me Never be as good (Yeah!) Never be as good (Yeah!) (Packing up) Wife-beaters, white t-shirts, what? But I’m the greatest
