Homicide Lyrics - Logic

Son, you know why you the greatest alive? 

Why, Dad? 

Because you came out of my balls, nigga 

Hahahahahaha 

(Roof!) 

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 

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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 

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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 

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!) 

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 

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 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 

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 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 using ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin' 

Flappin' around like a bapkin' 

Flamminababbitapannitajampkin, dammit, a can of pada-