RIP Bobby

Part One [Intro: Westside Gunn] Brrt Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom [Verse 1: Westside Gunn] Ayo, Ks out the Huracan One nigga landed on the roof, word is bond Fashion Week seats, I could've tripped the bitch [Verse 2: Conway] Whip the fish, leave the kitchen gave my wrist a kiss (mwah) Phone click and shit, I got all of these licks to hit (hello?) Griselda, bitch, you see we getting rich [Verse 3: Westside Gunn] My first day home, I got a Bent Fiends on the doorstep Which niggas stepped on my Waynes? We left the porch wet (brrt) Ayo, which niggas stepped on my Waynes? We left the porch wet (brrt) [Verse 4: Conway] And what's left of his brains was on the porch steps Razor hit his neck and his vein, nigga, I tore flesh [Verse 5: Westside Gunn] Ayo, seen him on Perry, hopped out the Corvette (skrt) His brains landed on Fairy he didn't snort yet Yo, Geiger, I need more checks [Verse 6: Conway] More less, we all fresh Teaching '97s, I'm a rhyming legend Youngin fired his weapon, and slide a shell inside your melon (talk to 'em) [Verse 7: Westside Gunn] The Wraith hold a miller, hold the shillings Load the biscutits on codefendants The loafers boa constrictor, the cobra lift up The FNH and the 424, this just so pure [Verse 8: Conway] Pass shorty the plate, I told her sniff some more The plug's sister, we kicked his door and ripped his floor We left out with grace and more Celebrate with a fifth from the liquor store Then sip some more (we drinking, nigga) I pop biscuits off, your top, I lift it off, Conway [Hook: Westside Gunn & Conway] The world is yours Rest in peace Bobby You know what the fuck is up, nigga Lalalalalalala The world is yours Nah, rest in peace Bobby Real nigga shit Haha, mob [Outro: Bobby Heenan] Everybody wanna get rid of me 'cause they're jealous of me My whole life everybody's been jealous of me Everybody's been worried about me my whole life They've done this to me, they've done this to me Don't you call me weasel either, pal No, I didn't, I think you're paranoid You said, no you said it You called me weasel and I heard you I wanna sit down that chair I wanna guide my men I don't want to get in there I don't want some guy, 7'4", putting his dirty, filthy hands on me I don't want some guy, hillbilly, putting his dirty, farm hands on me And I'm gonna tell you what's gonna happen I'm used to getting the handicap 'cause it's 2 of you and 3 of us It's a handicap in Europe Part Two [Verse 1: Conway] Look, AMG63 driver Blood bottoms match the pedal, shit'll screech tires Please try us, nigga, we fire (we good) Keep firing, no cease fire (brrt) Fuck it, pull out his teeth with these pliers (hah) You pussy, you can't even take a seat by us (fuck outta here) My respect not only demanded, it's required (facts) You fucking with a $2000 sneak buyer (uh huh) Such and such and them was winning Griselda leaped by 'em [Verse 2: Westside Gunn] Ayo, Club Salmon and oyster It's cocaine, shit, you can tell by the moisture 3 man cells, I had the most mail Selling cracks in the rain Fiends on the Stone Island coat tail The Bentley on Rodeo (skrt) The Wang ain't cheap, cop more yayo Beat face Presi on the yard Soon as the fucking doors pop, stab a guard Beamer i9 with wire guts I know some real dreads that'll chop your arm off For the fuck around, Lord, your time's up, fire tucked Rachel's bouffant look, caught him at the showers for 5 books Papi Ayo, caught him at the showers for 5 books Papi [Outro: Sample] You're probably wondering why Well you know, any time you manage winners Any time you are a winner Any time you are on top There's always controversy Look at the New York Yankees World Champions in baseball Look at all the controversy they had with Reggie Jackson, Billy Martin There's always gonna be [?] There's always gonna be people knocking you There's always gonna be people that are jealous of you