Logic, Eminem - Homicide lyrics

Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
Why, Dad?
Because you came out of my balls, nigga
Ha ha hahahaha (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

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

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 GOAT
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 'bout 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