Homicide - Logic/Eminem.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Eminem/Jeremy Alexander Uribe/Dillan Beau Bailard/Donnell Stephens III/Tim Schoegje/Luis Resto
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Eminem/Jeremy Alexander Uribe/Dillan Beau Bailard/Donnell Stephens III/Tim Schoegje/Luis Resto
[00:03.558] Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
[00:07.087] Why, Dad?
[00:08.691] Because you came out of my balls, nxxxa
[00:11.523] Hahahahahaha
[00:13.657] (Roof!)
[00:13.984] **** rap
[00:14.654] Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
[00:15.960] Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
[00:17.809] Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
[00:19.695] Leave a suicide note, **** that
[00:21.212] Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
[00:22.325] I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
[00:24.042] I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies
[00:26.536] I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out
[00:28.335] Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about
[00:30.426] And I dare you to test me
[00:31.571] 'Cause not a single one of you mother****ers impress me
[00:33.173] And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration
[00:34.761] But I'm full of innovation
[00:35.623] And I'm tired of all of this high school "He's cool, he's not" rap shit
[00:39.054] Can a single one of you mother****ers even rap? Shit
[00:41.343] No, this ain't a diss to the game, this a gas to the flame
[00:43.066] Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame
[00:45.157] Like a moth to the flame, I'ma reel 'em in and kill 'em
[00:46.847] Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
[00:48.780] Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself
[00:50.498] Mass murder like this can't be good for my health
[00:52.336] When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?
[00:54.017] Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit
[00:55.575] Yeah, I'm killin' this shit
[00:56.436] Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit
[00:58.441] Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?
[01:00.123] Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit
[01:01.885] **** rap
[01:02.297] Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
[01:03.651] Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
[01:05.741] Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
[01:08.004] Leave a suicide note, **** that
[01:09.155] Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
[01:10.341] I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
[01:12.513] I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika-chika
[01:13.695] Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady
[01:15.621] There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide
[01:17.671] Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die
[01:19.471] We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide
[01:22.048] I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes
[01:25.403] No, we ain't ****in' with that
[01:26.676] Yeah, there's a time and a place
[01:27.861] But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps
[01:29.705] Callin' yourself the greatest alive
[01:31.387] Then you don't deserve to do that
[01:32.655] No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that
[01:34.416] You gon' get smacked
[01:35.313] You gon' make Bobby attack
[01:36.624] You gon' make Bobby Boy snap
[01:37.932] You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)
[01:39.648] **** rap
[01:40.099] Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
[01:41.655] Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
[01:43.460] Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
[01:45.425] Leave a suicide note, **** that
[01:46.858] Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
[01:48.208] I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
[01:50.171] I'm feelin' like I'm chika-chika-chika-chika
[01:51.484] Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady
[01:53.244] Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z
[01:55.044] Jig is up, you ****ers who didn't write anything
[01:56.573] Are getting washed, liga-liga-liga, like bathing
[01:58.458] Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
[02:00.140] Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
[02:01.826] Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover
[02:03.544] Your body goes limp and slumps over
[02:05.149] Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
[02:07.954] Hol' up, I said "Rover" because now your Rover is red
[02:10.251] Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
[02:12.011] But I roll over my opponents instead
[02:13.817] Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
[02:16.153] I'll go slow for the speds
[02:17.264] But when I go (Roof!) like the Dobermann said
[02:18.898] I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Ha-ha)
[02:20.747] Beast mode, mother****ers 'bout to get hit
[02:22.012] With so many foul lines, you'll think I'm a free throw
[02:23.893] Figured it was about time for people to eat crow
[02:25.328] You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
[02:27.163] I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep's clothes
[02:29.702] From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T
[02:31.638] Who the best, I don't gotta say a ****in' thing, though
[02:33.606] 'Cause MCs know
[02:34.468] But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
[02:35.654] Your shit is ass like a tailbone
[02:36.680] Or you're trapped in your cell phone
[02:37.791] Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
[02:39.105] I don't wanna ****in' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote
[02:41.495] Used to get beat up by the big kids
[02:42.888] Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
[02:44.534] And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still
[02:46.215] Now money's not a big deal
[02:47.249] I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'
[02:49.092] Big bills like a platypus
[02:50.567] A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis
[02:51.467] I'm lookin' for the smoke but you mother****ers are scatterin'
[02:52.981] Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate
[02:54.664] Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin
[02:56.340] And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the ****in' headband again
[02:58.183] A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the ****in' fingerless gloves back
[03:00.739] And not giving a singular ****, like **** rap
[03:02.392] I sound like a ****in' millionaire
[03:03.453] With a Derringer with a hair trigger
[03:04.773] 'Bout to bear hug a ****in' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper
[03:06.668] Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
[03:08.348] When I vent, they compare me to a ****in' air duct
[03:09.982] I'm 'bout to bare-knuckle it, nah, **** it
[03:11.344] I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket
[03:12.767] Abraca-****in'-dabra
[03:13.784] The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it
[03:15.800] What? Dracula, **** that shit
[03:17.183] I'm up, back with a thud
[03:18.441] Man, stop
[03:20.027] Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to
[03:22.420] Do all this while ya panickin'
[03:24.208] And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins
[03:26.479] And I'm goin' to Fanagans
[03:28.470] Trying to get up a plan against
[03:30.545] All of the blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigans
[03:33.394] While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana
[03:36.239] You're in a cab-
[03:36.929] I'm in a cabana and a Janet
[03:38.926] I'm in a cabana chantin' all this standup banter
[03:41.368] While you don't got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina
[03:43.927] You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford
[03:46.881] And I'm in a Porsche on the floorboards
[03:48.933] While I'm world tourin'
[03:51.537] You usin' way too many napkins, papkins
[03:54.730] Lapkins and chapki-
[03:55.868] You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin'
[03:59.212] Flappin' around like a bapkin'
[04:02.215] Flamminababbitapannitajampkin
[04:04.662] Dammit, a can of pada-

文本歌词

作词 : Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Eminem/Jeremy Alexander Uribe/Dillan Beau Bailard/Donnell Stephens III/Tim Schoegje/Luis Resto
作曲 : Sir Robert Bryson Hall II/Eminem/Jeremy Alexander Uribe/Dillan Beau Bailard/Donnell Stephens III/Tim Schoegje/Luis Resto
Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
Why, Dad?
Because you came out of my balls, nxxxa
Hahahahahaha
(Roof!)
**** 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, **** 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
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 mother****ers 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 mother****ers even rap? Shit
No, this ain't a diss to the game, this 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
**** 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, **** 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 ****in' 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!)
**** 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, **** 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
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z
Jig is up, you ****ers 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, mother****ers '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 ****in' thing, though
'Cause MCs know
But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
Your shit 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 ****in' 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 shit but just sit still
Now money's not a big deal
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'
Big bills like a platypus
A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis
I'm lookin' for the smoke but you mother****ers 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 ****in' headband again
A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the ****in' fingerless gloves back
And not giving a singular ****, like **** rap
I sound like a ****in' millionaire
With a Derringer with a hair trigger
'Bout to bear hug a ****in' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper
Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
When I vent, they compare me to a ****in' air duct
I'm 'bout to bare-knuckle it, nah, **** it
I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket
Abraca-****in'-dabra
The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it
What? Dracula, **** 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 ya panickin'
And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins
And I'm goin' to Fanagans
Trying 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 standup 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 floorboards
While I'm world tourin'
You usin' way too many napkins, papkins
Lapkins and chapki-
You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin'
Flappin' around like a bapkin'
Flamminababbitapannitajampkin
Dammit, a can of pada-