HipHop , Rap Views. Lyrics, Letra: Homicide — Logic feat. Why, Dad? Because you came out of my balls, nigga Hahahahahaha. Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit. Tags Eminem Logic. Logic — Homicide feat.
The song marks the first time the two have collaborated, but "Homicide" is evidence that they should do it more often. Now you can finally learn the words to the fast-paced track. Check out the full lyrics and video to Logic's "Homicide," featuring Eminem, below. Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
Why dad? Because you came out of my balls, nigga! 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, chika-chika-chika-chika Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady 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 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 chika-chika-chika-chika Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady [Eminem:] Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything Are getting washed now, liga-liga-liga, 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! Dracula, fuck that shit I'm up, back with a thud Man, stop [Chris D'Elia:] Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' To do all this while ya panickin' And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins And I'm goin' to Fanagans 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 try to be understanding but I find myself getting so angry. They might be disappointed, or overjoyed, or judgmental, or supportive. Today, at my ward sacrament meeting, in the back section of the chapel where I was sitting, all the women except one were Mormon wives in interfaith families.