Homicide Lyrics – Logic and Eminem

Read Homicide Lyrics song from Confessions of a Dangerous Mind Album by Sony Music Entertainment. This is very likely song from the million of people. The Producer of this new Hollywood Song is Shroom & Bregma and Written by Logic, Eminem, Chris D’Elia. Here i have written Homicide Lyrics in English language with Details.

Jump To Content

Homicide Lyrics

Songs Info

Title: Homicide Lyrics
Distributor: Sony Music Entertainment
Produced by: Shroom & Bregma
Album: Confessions of a Dangerous Mind
Writen By: Logic, Eminem, Chris D’Elia
Music Lable: Vevo

Homicide Lyrics – Logic and Eminem

Son you know why you the greatest alive?
Why Dad?
Because you came out of my balls, nigga
Hahahahahaha
“Roof”

{Chorus: Logic}
Fu-k 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, fu-k that
Bobby feelin villainous, he killin this
I am coming for your man and his lady and even the baby
I’m feeling like I am, chika chika chika, Slim Shady with rabies

{Verse 1: Logic}
I am foaming at the mouth, ain’t nobody taking me out
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I am about
And I dare you to test me
‘Cause not a single one of you motherfu-kers impress me
And maybe that’s a little bit of an exaggeration
But I am full of innovation
And I am tired of all of this high school (He’s cool, he’s not) rap shit
Can a single one of you motherfu-kers 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 ama reel em in and kill em
Know you feeling lyricism when I am spilling it, I am feeling myself
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feeling himself
Mass murder like this ca not be good for my health
When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?
Well, it don’t really matter, cause I am killin this shit
Yeah, I am killing this shit
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I’am killing this shit
Bobby, how many times you been killing this shit?
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit

{Chorus: Logic}
Fu-k’ rap
Busting 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 leaving nobody alive
Leave a suicide note, fu-k’ that
lyricsmouse.com
Bobby feeling villainous, he killing this
I am coming for your man and his lady and even the baby
I’m feeling like I am, 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 fucing’ with that
Yeah, there’s a time and a place
But if you ain’t coming with the illest of raps
Calling 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}
Fu-k rap
Busting 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 leaving nobody alive
Leave a suicide note, fu-k that
Bobby feeling villainous, he killing this
I am coming for your man and his lady and even the baby
I’m feeling like I am 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 fu-kers’ 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
Unloading 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
Making dog sounds cause I gotta keep breakin these bars down
I will go slow for the speeds
But when I go “Roof!” like the Dobermann said
I still think the “Roof!” would go over your head “Ha-ha”
Beast mode, motherfu-kers bout to get hit
With so many foul lines, you will think I am 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 am the ethos and I am the GOAT
Who the best, I don’t gotta say a fu-king 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 fu-king 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 not a big deal
I am rich, I wipe my ass with six mill
Big bills like a platypus
A caterpillar’s coming to get the cannabis
I am looking for the smoke but you motherfu-kers are scattering
Battering everything and I have had it with the inadequate
Man, I can see my dick is standing stiff as a mannequin
And I am bringing the bandana back, and the fu-king headband again
A handkerchief and I am thinking of bringing the fu-king fingerless gloves back
And not giving a singular fu-k, like fu-k rap
I sound like a fu-king’ millionaire
With a Derringer with a hair trigger
‘Bout to bear hug a fu-king terrier, the Ric Flair dripper
Y’all couldn’t hold a candle at a prayer vigil
When I vent, they compare me to a fu-king air duct
I am ’bout to bare knuckle it, nah, fu-k’ it
I am gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket
Abraca fu-king-dabra
The track is the blood, I am attracted, I am attacking it
What? Dracula, fu-k’ that shit
I am up, back with a thud
Man, stop

{Outro: Chris D Elia}
Look what I am planning, planning, I am planning to
Do all this while ya panicking
And you are looking and staring at mannequins
And I am going 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 are in a cab
I am in a cabana and a Janet
I am in a cabana chanting all this standup banter
While you don’t got the stamina, you’re lacking the stamina
You are lacking the stamina while you are divorcing Harrison Ford
And I am in a Porsche on the floorboards
While I am world touring
You using way too many napkins, papkins
Lapkins and chapki
You using ChapStick and napkins while I am bapking
Flapping around like a bapking
Flamminababbitapannitajampkin
Dammit, a can of pada

Homicide Lyrics Song

Other Lyrics

LEAVE A REPLY

Please enter your comment!
Please enter your name here