Logic — Homicide & Eminem текст, слова песни (lyrics)

(Intro:)
Son, you know why you’re the greatest alive
Why dad
Cause you came out of my balls nigga

(Chorus: Logic:)
Fuck rap
Bussin like an addict with a semi-automatic who’d of had it
And he ready for anybody buck back
Hold up catch your vibe ain’t no way in hell we leaving
Nobody alive committing suicide
No fuck that
Bobby feeling villainous he killin this
I’m comin for your man and his lady and even ya baby
I’m feelin like I’m chica-chica-chica Slim Shady

(Verse 1: Logic:)
With rabies I’m foamin at the mouth
Ain't nobody taking 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 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 yo the game it’s the gas to the flame
Nowadays everybody say the same shit’s lame
Like a moth to the flame
In my rhythm and I kill em when I feel em when I sizzle when I spill em when I’m feelin myself
Yeah yeah Bobby boy he be feeling himself
Man smelling 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
Ah yeah, ah yeah, I’m killin this shit
Bobby how many times you he killin this shit?
Find another rhyme god damn, nigga shit

(Chorus: Logic:)
Fuck rap
Bussin like an addict with a semi-automatic who’d of had it
And he ready for anybody buck back
Hold up catch your vibe ain’t no way in hell we leaving
Nobody alive committing suicide
No fuck that
Bobby feeling villainous he killin this
I’m comin for your man and his lady and even ya baby
I’m feelin like I’m chica-chica-chica-chica-chica-chica-chica-chica-chica-chica Slim Shady

(Verse 2: Logic:)
There’s nowhere to hide
We call this shit genocide
Hit em with that (duke!) and then they die
We gon’ leave em crucified
We call this shit genocide
I got bitches
I got hoes
I got rare designer clothes
We ain’t fuckin with that
Yeah there’s a time and a place
But you don’t come up with the illest of raps
Calling yourself the greatest alive then you don’t deserve to do that
No, no, oh no, no, oh please don’t do that
You gon’ get smacked
You gon’ make Bobby attack
You gon’ make Bobby boi snap
You gon’ make Bobby boi snap
Bobby boy—

(Chorus: Logic:)
Fuck rap
Bussin like an addict with a semi-automatic who’d of had it
And he ready for anybody buck back
Hold up catch your vibe ain’t no way in hell we leaving
Nobody alive committing suicide
No fuck that
Bobby feeling villainous he killin this
I’m comin for your man and his lady and even ya baby
I’m feelin like I’m chica-chica-chica-chica-chica-chica-chica-chica-chica-chica 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'
Big bills like a platypus
A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis
I'm lookin' for the smoke 'cause 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 the Derringer with a hair trigger
'Bout to bear hug your fuckin' 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 fuckin' air duct
I'm about to bare knuckle it, nah, fuck it
I'm gonna go upside the head with a Nantucket
Abraca-fuckin'-dabra
The track is the blood of my track that 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
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-