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homicide (prodbyword remix) - prodbyword lyrics

[intro: smokey legendary, logic & both]
son, you know why you the greatest alive?
why, dad?
because you came out of my b*lls, 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 h*ll we leavin’ n0body alive
leave a suicide note, f*ck that
bobby feelin’ villainous, he k!llin’ 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 n0body 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*ckеrs impress me
and maybe that’s a littlе 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 k!ll ’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 k!llin’ this sh*t
yeah, i’m k!llin’ this sh*t
oh yeah, oh yeah, i’m k!llin’ this sh*t
bobby, how many times you been k!llin’ this sh*t?
find another rhyme, godd*mn, n*gga, sh*t
[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 h*ll we leavin’ n0body alive
leave a suicide note, f*ck that
bobby feelin’ villainous, he k!llin’ 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

[verse 2: logic]
there’s nowhere to hide, we call this sh*t genocide
hit ’em with that (do*do*do) and they die
we gon’ leave ’em crucified, we call this sh*t genocide
i got b*tches, i got hoes, i got rare designer clothes
no, we ain’t f*ckin’ 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!)
[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 h*ll we leavin’ n0body alive
leave a suicide note, f*ck that
bobby feelin’ villainous, he k!llin’ 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

[verse 3: eminem]
jigga*jigga*jigga*jigga*jigga like jay*z
jig is up, you f*ckers 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
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
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
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 dobermann said
i still think the (roof!) would go over your head (ha*ha)
beast mode, motherf*ckers ’bout to get hit
with so many foul lines, you’ll 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’s clothes
from the east coast to the west, i’m the ethos and i’m the g.o.a.t
who the best, i don’t gotta say a f*ckin’ thing, though
’cause mcs know
but you don’t wanna hear me spit the facts
your sh*t 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 f*ckin’ 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 sh*t but just sit still
now money’s not a big deal
i’m rich, i wipe my ass with six mill’

- prodbyword lyrics

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