LOGIC feat EMINEM - Homicide Chords and Lyrics

This single was released on 03 May 2019.


Vocals: Logic , Eminem ,
Producer(s): SHROOM , Bregma,
Writer(s): Luis Resto, Tim Schoegje,

SongRating: 8.5/10

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Scale: F Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 140
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
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[INTRO]
Fm
[VERSE]
Fm
Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
Fm
Why, Dad?
Fm
Because you came out of my balls, nigga
Fm
Hahahahahaha
Fm
(Roof!)

[CHORUS]
Fm
Fuck rap
Fm
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Fm
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back

Fm
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
 Fm
Leave a suicide note, fuck that

Fm
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
Fm
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby

Fm
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-  Slim Shady

[VERSE]
Fm
I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out
Fm
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about
Fm
And I dare you to test me
Fm
'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me

Fm
And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration
Fm
But I'm full of innovation
Fm
And I'm tired of all of this high school "he's cool, he's not" rap shit
Fm
Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit

Fm
No, this ain't a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame
Fm
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame
Fm
Like a moth to the flame, I'm a realer man, a killer
Fm
Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself

Fm
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself
Fm
Mass murder like this can't be good for my health
Fm
When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?
Fm
Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit

Fm
Yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Fm
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Fm
Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?
Fm
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit
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[CHORUS]
Fm
Fuck rap
Fm
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Fm
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back

Fm
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
 Fm
Leave a suicide note, fuck that

Fm
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
Fm
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby

Fm
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika
Fm
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady

[VERSE]
Fm
There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide
Fm
Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die
Fm
We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide
Fm
I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes

Fm
No, we ain't fuckin' with that
Fm
Yeah, there's a time and a place
Fm
But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps
Fm
Callin' yourself the greatest alive

Fm
Then you don't deserve to do that
Fm
No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that
Fm
You gon' get smacked
Fm
You gon' make Bobby attack
Fm
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap
Fm
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)
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[CHORUS]
Fm
Fuck rap
Fm
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
Fm
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back

Fm
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
 Fm
Leave a suicide note, fuck that

Fm
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
Fm
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
 
Fm
I'm feelin' like I'm chika-chika-chika-chika
Fm
Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady

[VERSE]
Fm
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z
Fm
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything
Fm
Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing
Fm
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees

Fm
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
Fm
Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover
Fm
Your body goes limp and slumps over
Fm
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered

Fm
Hol' up, I said "rover" because now your Rover is red
Fm
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
Fm
But I roll over my opponents instead
Fm
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down

Fm
I'll go slow for the speds
Fm
But when I go (Roof!) like the dobermann said
Fm
I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha)
Fm
Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit

Fm
With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw
Fm
Figured it was about time for people to eat crow
Fm
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
Fm
I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes

Fm
From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T
Fm
Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though
Fm
'Cause MCs know
Fm
But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts

Fm
Your shit is ass like a tailbone
Fm
Or you're trapped in your cell phone
Fm
Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
Fm
I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote

Fm
Used to get beat up by the big kids
Fm
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
Fm
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still
Fm
Now money's not a big deal

Fm
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'
Fm
Big bills like a platypus
Fm
A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis
Fm
I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'

Fm
Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate
Fm
Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin
Fm
And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again
Fm
A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back

Fm
And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap
Fm
I sound like a fuckin' millionaire
Fm
With a Derringer with a hair trigger
Fm
'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper

Fm
Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
Fm
When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct
Fm
I'm about to bare-knuckle it, nah, fuck it
Fm
I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket

Fm
Abraca-fuckin'-dabra
Fm
The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it
Fm
What? Dracula, fuck that shit
Fm
I'm up, back with a thud
Fm
Man, stop

[OUTRO]
 Fm
Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to
Fm
Do all this while ya panickin'
Fm
And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins
Fm
And I'm goin' to Fanagans

Fm
Trying to get up a plan against
Fm
All of the blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigans
Fm
While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana
Fm
You're in a cab-

Fm
I'm in a cabana and a Janet
Fm
I'm in a cabana chantin' all this standup banter
Fm
While you don't got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina
Fm
You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford

Fm
And I'm in a Porsche on the floorboards
Fm
While I'm world tourin'
Fm
You usin' way too many napkins, papkins
Fm
Lapkins and chapki-

Fm
You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin'
Fm
Flappin' around like a bapkin'
Fm
Flamminababbitapannitajampkin
Fm
Dammit, a can of pada-

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