letra de homicide (sub2shady remix) - sub2shady
[remixed by sub2shady. original song is by logic.]
[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-ckers impress me
and maybe that’s a little bit of an exaggeration
but i’m full of innovation
and i’m tirеd of all of this high school “he’s cool, he’s not” rap sh-t
can a single onе of you motherf-ckers even rap? sh-t
[verse 2: eminem]
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
big bills like a platypus
a caterpillar’s comin’ to get the cannabis
i’m lookin’ for the smoke but you motherf-ckers are scatterin’
batterin’ everything and i’ve had it with the inadequate
man, i can see my d-ck is standin’ stiff as a mannequin
and i’m bringin’ the bandana back, and the f-ckin’ headband again
a handkerchief and i’m thinkin’ of bringin’ the f-ckin’ fingerless gloves back
and not giving a singular f-ck, like f-ck rap
[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: joyner lucas]
back on my hood sh-t, it’s back to the pushin’
these packs and i’m actually pumpin’
can’t f-ck with you rappers, you practically suckin’ (yuh)
you might’a went platinum but that don’t mean nothin’
they’ve invented a level up in the ghetto to get old
lookin’ for somethin’ i prolly can never find now (yeah, yeah)
sh-t get relevant ’til all the beef die down (yeah)
in truth, a n-gga just really want me tied down (bop, bop)
i’ve been alone and i never needed n0body
just only me and my shawty, i’ll tell these n-ggas to lie down
keep all the money, i never wanted the lifestyle
i just pray to god that my son’ll be alright now (woo! woo!)
i said ain’t no love for the other side
or anyone who ever want smoke
[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 4: busta rhymes]
’cause i’m feelin’ like i’m runnin’
and i’m feelin’ like i gotta get away, get away, get away
better know that i don’t and i won’t ever stop
’cause you know i gotta win everyday-day (go)
see, they really really wanna pop me (blow)
just know that you will never flop me (oh)
and i know that i can be a little c-cky (no)
you ain’t never gonna stop me
every time i come, a n-gga gotta set it
then i gotta go, and then i gotta get it (woo)
then i gotta blow, and then i gotta show that
any little thing a n-gga think that he be doin’ (ooh-ooh)
’cause it doesn’t matter, ’cause i’m gonna da-da-da-da (d-mn)
then i’m gonna murder everything and anything
a ba-da-boom, a ba-da-bing, i gotta do a lotta things
that make it clearer to a couple n-ggas that i always win
and then i gotta get it again and again and then again
and i be doin’ it to death
and now i move a little foul, a n-gga better call a ref
and everybody know my style and n-ggas know that i’m the best
when it come to doin’ this and i be bangin’ on my chest
and i bang in the east and i’m bangin’ in the west
and i come to give you more and i will never give you less
you will hear it in the street or you could read it in the press
do you really wanna know what’s next? (let’s go)
see the way we on and then we all up in the race
and you know we gotta go, don’t try to keep up with the pace
and we strugglin’ and hustlin’ and sendin’ in and gettin’
and we always gotta do it, take it to another place
gotta taste it and i gotta grab it
and i gotta cut all through this traffic
just to be at the top of the throne
better know i gotta have it
[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-chika-chika-chika-chika
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
f-ck rap
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