Homicide - Logic feat. Eminem

[Smokey Legendary & Logic:]
Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
Why dad?
Because you came out of my balls, nigga!
Hahahahahaha!

[Logic:]
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
Even suicide, no 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 chka-chka-chka Slim Shady with rabies
I'm foamin' out 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 motherfuckers 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 motherfuckers even rap? Shit...
No this ain't a diss to the game
It's the gas to the flame
Nowadays everybody sayin' 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
Even suicide, no 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 chka-chka-chka-chka-chka-chka-chka-chka-chka Slim Shady

There's nowhere to hide
We call this shit genocide
Hit 'em with that (doo-doo-doo) then 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!

[Eminem:]
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like Jay-Z
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything
Are getting washed now (chka-chka-chka) like bathing
Young Hova, I know hittas 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 rode 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 Doberman said
I still think that (roof) would go over your head (haha)
Beast mode, motherfuckers '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 'bout to get outrhymed, how could I be dethroned?
I stay on my toes like the repo
A behemoth in sheep clothes
From the East Coast to the West
I'm the ethos and I'm the GOAT
Who the best? I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing though
'Cause MCs know
But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
Your shit is ass like a tailbone
And you're trapped in your cellphone
I'ma chicken scratch, I'ma self-loathe
I don't wanna fuckin' listen to you spit your rap 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 mil
Big bills like a platypus
The caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis
I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers 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 I'm fuckin' habanaggin' a handkerchief
And I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap
I sound like a fuckin' millionaire
With a derringer with a hair trigger
'Bout to bear hug a fuckin' terrier at a Ric Flair Drip
And y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
When I vent they compare me to a fuckin' air duct
I'm 'bout to bare-knuckle it, nah fuck it
I'm gonna go upside the head with a Nantucket
Abraca-fuckin'-dabra the track
'Cause the blood I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it
What Dracula? Fuck that shit
I'm out 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 ya 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'm in a cabana and a Janet
I'm in a cabana chantin' all this stand up banter
While you don't got the stamina, ya lackin' the stamina
Ya lackin' the stamina while ya divorcin' Harrison Ford
And I'm in a Porsche on the floorboards
While I'm world tourin'
You usin' way too many napkins
Bapkins, Lapkins and Chapki-
You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin'
Flappin' around like a bapkin'
Flamminababbitapannitajampkin
Damnit my can of p-