Homicide (Explicit)

Homicide (Explicit) - Logic/Eminem

Lyrics by：Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Marshall Mathers/Jeremy Alexander Uribe/Dillan Beau Bailard/Donnell Stephens III/Tim Schoegje/Luis Resto

Composed by：Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Marshall Mathers/Jeremy Alexander Uribe/Dillan Beau Bailard/Donnell Stephens III/Tim Schoegje/Luis Resto

Smokey Legendary/Logic：

Son you know why you the greatest alive

Why Dad

Because you came out of my balls n***a

Hahahahahaha

Logic：

F**k 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 f**k 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

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 motherf**kers 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 s**t

Can a single one of you motherf**kers even rap s**t

No this ain't a diss to the game it's a gas to the flame

Nowadays everybody sound the same s**t'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 s**t

Well it don't really matter 'cause I'm killin' this s**t

Yeah I'm killin' this s**t

Oh yeah oh yeah I'm killin' this s**t

Bobby how many times you been killin' this s**t

Find another rhyme godd**n n***a s**t

Logic：

F**k 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 f**k 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

Logic：

There's nowhere to hide we call this s**t genocide

Hit 'em with that

Do-do-do

And they die

We gon' leave 'em crucified we call this s**t genocide

I got b***he's I got h*es I got rare designer clothes

No we ain't f**kin' 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

Logic：

F**k 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 f**k 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

Eminem：

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

Jig is up you f**kers 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 motherf**kers '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 f**kin' thing though

'Cause MCs know

But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts

Your s**t is a*s 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 f**kin' 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 s**t but just sit still

Now money's not a big deal

I'm rich I wipe my a*s with six mill'

Big bills like a platypus

A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis

I'm lookin' for the smoke 'cause you motherf**kers are scatterin'

Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate

Man I can see my d**k is standin' stiff as a mannequin

And I'm bringin' the bandana back and the f**kin' headband again

A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the f**kin' fingerless gloves back

And not giving a singular f**k like f**k rap

I sound like a f**kin' millionaire

With the Derringer with a hair trigger

'Bout to bear hug your f**kin' terrier to "Ric Flair Drip"

And y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil

When I vent they compare me to a f**kin' air duct

I'm about to bare knuckle it nah f**k it

I'm gonna go upside the head with a Nantucket

Abraca-f**kin'-dabra

The track is the blood I'm attracted I'm attackin' it

What Dracula f**k that s**t

I'm up back with a thud-

Man stop

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-