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Logic - Homicide ft. Eminem » Stream: https://sptfy.com/4Cls » Follow Logic :   / logic301     / logic     / logic   » Follow Eminem : http://eminem.com   / eminem     / eminem   Tags : #Logic #Eminem #Homicide #Lyrics #LyricVideo #HipHop #Rap #Pop #Audio #New Gold Coast Music • Social Networks ► https://open.spotify.com/user/ite89as... ►   / musicgoldcoast   ►   / goldcoastog   ►   / gold-coastmusic   ﹉﹉ • Logic - Homicide Lyrics ft. Eminem [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 Even suicide, no, 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 [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 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, it's a gas to the flame Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit'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 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] 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 Even suicide, no, 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 [Verse 2: Logic] 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] 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 Even suicide, no, 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 [Verse 3: Eminem] Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z Jig is up, you fuckers 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, motherfuckers '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 fuckin' thing though 'Cause MCs know But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts Your shit is ass 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 fuckin' 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 shit but just sit still Now money's not a big deal I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill' ...