Logic - Homicide lyrics

[Intro: Smokey Legendary, Logic & Both] Son, you know why you the greatest alive? Why, Dad? Because you came out of my balls, n***a Hahahahaha [Chorus: Logic] f** 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 Even suicide, no, f** that Bobby feelin' villainous, he k**in' 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 [Verse 1: 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**ers 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 sh** Can a single one of you motherf**ers even rap? sh** No, this ain't a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame Nowadays, everybody sound the same, sh**'s lame Like a moth to the flame, I'm a realer man, a k**er Know you feelin' it, I sizzle when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself Ma** murder like this can't be good for my health When I rap like this, do I sound like sh**? Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm k**in' this sh** Yeah, I'm k**in' this sh** Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm k**in' this sh** Bobby, how many times you been k**in' this sh**? Find another rhyme, goddamn, n***a, sh** [Chorus: Logic] f** 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 Even suicide, no, f** that Bobby feelin' villainous, he k**in' 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 [Verse 2: Logic] There's nowhere to hide, we call this sh** genocide Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this sh** genocide I got b**hes, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes No, we ain't f**in' 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] f** 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 Even suicide, no, f** that Bobby feelin' villainous, he k**in' 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 [Verse 3: Eminem] Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z Jig is up, you f**ers 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**ers '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**in' thing though 'Cause MCs know But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts Your sh** is a** 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**in' 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 sh** but just sit still Now money's not a big deal I'm rich, I wipe my a** 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**ers 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 in the f**in' cabana again A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the f**in' fingerless gloves back And not giving a singular f** like f** rap I sound like a f**in' millionaire With the Derringer with a hair trigger 'Bout to bear hug your f**in' 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**in' air duct I'm about to bare knuckle it, nah, f** it I'm gonna go upside the head with a Nantucket Abraca-f**in'-dabra The track is the blood of my track that I'm attackin' it What, Dracula? f** that sh** 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 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-