Album Name

Confessions of a Dangerous Mind

Artist

Logic

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2019.05.10

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Homicide (Feat. Eminem) - Logic
Son you know
why you the greatest alive
Why Dad
Because you came out
of my balls nigga
Hahahaha
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
chicka chicka chicka
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
it's 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
chicka chicka chicka chicka chicka
chicka chicka chicka chicka
Slim Shady
There's nowhere to hide
we call this shit genocide
Hit 'em with that
doot doot doot
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 chicka
chicka chicka chicka chicka
chicka chicka chicka chicka
Slim Shady
Jigga jigga jigga jigga jigga
like Jay Z
Jig is up you fuckers
who didn't write anything
Are getting washed now
chicka chicka chicka 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
Hold 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 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 GOAT
Who the best
I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing
though 'cause MC's know
But you don't wanna hear me
spit the facts
Your shit is ass like a tailbone
And you're trapped
in your cell phone
On my chicken scratch
or my 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 mil'
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 the Derringer
with a hair trigger
'Bout to bear hug it
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 about 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 you panickin'
And you're lookin'
and starin' at mannequins
And I'm goin' to Fanagan's
tryin' 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 papkin'
Flappin' around like a bapkin'
Flammina babbita playin' a jampkin
Dammit a can of pa