Logic

"Homicide"

[Intro: Smokey Legendary, Logic & Both]
Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
Why, Dad?
Because you came out of my balls, n*gga
Hahahahahaha

(Roof!)

[Chorus: Logic]
f*ck 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, f*ck 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


[Verse 1: Logic]
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 motherf*ckers 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 sh*t
Can a single one of you motherf*ckers even rap? sh*t
No, this ain't a diss to the game, this a gas to the flame
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, sh*t'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 sh*t?
Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this sh*t
Yeah, I'm killin' this sh*t
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this sh*t
Bobby, how many times you been killin' this sh*t?
Find another rhyme, goddamn, n*gga, sh*t

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