Homicide (feat. Eminem)

Son, you know why you the greatest alive?

Why, Dad?

Because you came out of my balls, ****

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

Leave a suicide note, 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 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 ya 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, this is gas to the flame

Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame

Like a moth to the flame, I'ma reel 'em in, a killer

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, ****, 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

Leave a suicide note, 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 chika-chika-chika-chika

Chika-chika-chika-chika-chicka 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 them 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

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

Leave a suicide note, 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 chika-chika-chika-chika

Chika-chika-chika-chika-chika Slim Shady

Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga

Like Jay-Z

Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything

You're getting washed, lick-a-lick-a-lick-a 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 homer'd

"Hold 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 breaking these bars down

I'll go slow for the speds

But when I go, "roof!" like the Doberman said

I still think the roof would go over your head

Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit with so many foul lines

You think I'm a free throw

Figured it was about time

For people to eat crow

You're 'bout to get out-rhymed

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 emcees 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 fuckin' 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 6 mil'

Big bills, like a platypus, a caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis

I'm lookin' for the smoke, but you motherfuckers are scattering

Battering everything, and I've had it with the inadequate

Man, I can see my dick is standing stiff as a mannequin

And I'm bringin' the bandana back in the fuckin' headband again

The handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back

And not givin' 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, the Ric Flair dripper

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'ma go upside their head with a Nantucket

Abraca-fuckin'-dabra, the track is the blood

I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it

What? Dracula?

Fuck 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 you're panickin'

And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins

And I'm goin' to Fannigan's

Tryna get up a plan against

All of the blannika-sannika-fan-pam-bannikans

While all the bannika-sanna-kanana in a cabana

You're in a ca-, I'm in a cabana in a Janet

I'm in a cabana, chantin' on a stand-up banner

Well, 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're usin' way too many napkins, papkins

Lapkins is jabki, you're usin' ChapStick and napkins

While I'm papkin'

Flappin' around like a bapkin

Flammin' and bammin' like bayonet jabkin'

Damnin' and cannipin'