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.
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
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