Homicide Chords by Logic

[Start]

[Chorus]
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■ Son you know why you the greatest alive
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Why Dad
                 C                    
Because you came out of my balls nigga
         Fm                                                     
Hahahaha ■  Fuck rap bustin' like an addict with a semiautomatic


[Verse]
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Who done had it and he ready for anybody to buck back
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Hold up catch a vibe ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
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Leave a suicide note fuck that
      Fm                                
Bobby feelin' villainous he killin' this
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I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
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I'm feelin' like I'm chickachickachicka Slim Shady with rabies
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I'm foamin' at the mouth ain't nobody takin' me out
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Every single rapper in the industry yeah they know what I'm about
    C7                   
And I dare you to test me
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'cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Hit 'em with that and they die
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We gon' leave 'em crucified we call this shit genocide
      C7                                            
I got bitches I got hoes I got rare designer clothes
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No we ain't fuckin' with that
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Yeah there's a time and a place but if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps
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Callin' yourself the greatest alive
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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
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Jiggajiggajiggajiggajigga like JayZ
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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
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Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
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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
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Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
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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
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You think I'm a free throw
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Figured it was about time for people to eat crow
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You about to get outrhymed how could I be dethroned
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I stay on my toes like the repo a behemoth in sheep clothes
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From the East Coast to the West I'm the ethos and I'm the GOAT
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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
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Your shit is ass like a tailbone
    Fm                               
And you're trapped in your cell phone
              Fm                      
On my chicken scratch or my selfloathe
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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What Dracula fuck that shit
                 C     
I'm up back with a thud
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Man stop
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Look what I'm plannin' plannin' I'm plannin' to
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Do all this while you panickin'
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And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins
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And I'm goin' to Fanagan's tryin' to get up a plan against
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All of the blanakazanakafambambannigans
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While of all the banakazanika Hanna in a cabana
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You're in a cab
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I'm in a cabana and a Janet
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I'm in a cabana chantin' all this stand up banter
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While you don't got the stamina you're lackin' the stamina
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You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford
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And I'm in a Porsche on the floor boards
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While I'm world tourin'


[Chorus]
N.C.                                                     
You usin' way too many napkins papkins lapkins and chapki
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You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm papkin'
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Flappin' around like a bapkin'
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Flammina babbita playin' a jampkin
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Dammit a can of pa