Homicide Chords by Logic
- Key: C
- BPM: 140
- Capo: no capo
PULSO FUERTE
HOMICIDE ACORDES
[Start] [Chorus] C ■ Son you know why you the greatest alive C Why Dad C Because you came out of my balls nigga Fm Hahahaha ■ Fuck rap bustin' like an addict with a semiautomatic [Verse] 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 C7 I'm feelin' like I'm chickachickachicka Slim Shady with rabies C7 I'm foamin' at the mouth ain't nobody takin' me out C7 Every single rapper in the industry yeah they know what I'm about C7 And I dare you to test me C7 'cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me C7 And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration but I'm full of innovation C7 And I'm tired of all of this high school He's cool he's not rap shit C7 Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap Shit C7 No this ain't a diss to the game it's a gas to the flame C7 Nowadays everybody sound the same shit's lame C7 Like a moth to the flame I'ma reel 'em in and kill 'em C7 Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it I'm feelin' myself C7 Yeah yeah Bobby Boy he be feelin' himself C7 Mass murder like this can't be good for my health C7 When I rap like this do I sound like shit C7 Well it don't really matter 'cause I'm killin' this shit C7 Yeah I'm killin' this shit C7 Oh yeah oh yeah I'm killin' this shit C7 Bobby how many times you been killin' this shit C7 Find another rhyme goddamn nigga shit C7 Fuck rap bustin' like an addict with a semiautomatic C7 Who done had it and he ready for anybody to buck back C7 Hold up catch a vibe ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive C7 Leave a suicide note fuck that C7 Bobby feelin' villainous he killin' this C7 I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby C7 I'm feelin' like I'm chickachickachickachickachickachickachickachickachicka Slim Shady C7 There's nowhere to hide we call this shit genocide C7 Hit 'em with that and they die C7 We gon' leave 'em crucified we call this shit genocide C7 I got bitches I got hoes I got rare designer clothes C7 No we ain't fuckin' with that C7 Yeah there's a time and a place but if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps C7 Callin' yourself the greatest alive C7 Then you don't deserve to do that C7 No no oh no no please do not do that C7 You gon' get smacked you gon' make Bobby attack C7 You gon' make Bobby Boy snap C7 You gon' make Bobby Boy snap C7 Fuck rap bustin' like an addict with a semiautomatic C7 Who done had it and he ready for anybody to buck back C7 Hold up catch a vibe ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive C7 Leave a suicide note fuck that C7 Bobby feelin' villainous he killin' this C7 I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby C I'm feelin' like I'm chickachickachickachickachickachickachickachickachicka Slim Shady C Jiggajiggajiggajiggajigga like JayZ Fm Jig is up you fuckers who didn't write anything Fm Are getting washed now chickachickachicka 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 C Your body goes limp and slumps over C Like ARod in a month lull but he just homered [Chorus] Fm Hold up I said Rover because now your Rover is red C Like Red Rover so you know what I meant C 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 C But when I go like the doberman said C I still think the would go over your head [Verse] C Beast mode motherfuckers 'bout to get hit with so many foul lines Fm You think I'm a free throw Fm Figured it was about time for people to eat crow Fm You about to get outrhymed how could I be dethroned Fm I stay on my toes like the repo a behemoth in sheep clothes C7 From the East Coast to the West I'm the ethos and I'm the GOAT C Who the best I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing though 'cause MC's know C But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts Fm Your shit is ass like a tailbone Fm And you're trapped in your cell phone Fm On my chicken scratch or my selfloathe Fm I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your rap someone else wrote C Used to get beat up by the big kids Fm Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel C And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still C Now money's not a big deal C I'm rich I wipe my ass with six mil' C Big bills like a platypus Fm C A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis C7 I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin' C7 Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate Fm Man I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin C And I'm bringin' the bandana back and the fuckin' headband again C A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back C And not giving a singular fuck like fuck rap C I sound like a fuckin' millionaire C With the Derringer with a hair trigger C 'bout to bear hug it fuckin' terrier the Ric Flair dripper C Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil C When I vent they compare me to a fuckin' air duct C I'm about to bare knuckle it nah fuck it C7 I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket abracafuckin'dabra C The track is the blood I'm attracted I'm attackin' it C What Dracula fuck that shit C I'm up back with a thud N.C. Man stop N.C. Look what I'm plannin' plannin' I'm plannin' to N.C. Do all this while you panickin' N.C. And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins N.C. And I'm goin' to Fanagan's tryin' to get up a plan against N.C. All of the blanakazanakafambambannigans N.C. While of all the banakazanika Hanna in a cabana N.C. You're in a cab N.C. I'm in a cabana and a Janet N.C. I'm in a cabana chantin' all this stand up banter N.C. While you don't got the stamina you're lackin' the stamina N.C. You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford N.C. And I'm in a Porsche on the floor boards N.C. While I'm world tourin' [Chorus] N.C. You usin' way too many napkins papkins lapkins and chapki N.C. You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm papkin' N.C. Flappin' around like a bapkin' N.C. Flammina babbita playin' a jampkin N.C. Dammit a can of pa