Artist: Logic f/ Eminem Album: Confessions of a Dangerous Mind Song: Homicide Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Smokey Legendary] + (Logic) Son, you know why you the greatest alive? (Why, Dad?) Because you came out of my balls, nigga! {*both laugh*} [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 [Logic] I'm feelin like I'm chika-chika-chika Slim Shady with rabies 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] 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 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] 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 fuckers who didn't write anything are getting washed, ligga-ligga-ligga, 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 ... Hold 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 (haha) 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 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 MC's 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 bandanna back, and the fuckin headband again A handkerchief and I'm thinkin of bringin the fuckin fingerless gloves back And not givin 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 about 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 [Outro: 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 tryin 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 standup 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 floorboards While I'm world tourin You usin way too many napkins, papkins Lapkins and chapki- You usin ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin Flappin around like a bapkin Flamminababbitapannitajampkin Dammit, a can of pada-