Logic - Homicide (feat. Eminem) (Official Audio)

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  • Soppe
    Soppe 22 minutes ago

    1:39

  • Soppe
    Soppe 22 minutes ago +1

    1:40

  • Lucky_R6
    Lucky_R6 27 minutes ago +1

    My mom said if she hears this song again she will smash my head against the keybor-hdjekdnsjwkwnwjkwbsjwjsanoabpnpnp!onon0boviviviv9!?8?8?5,xjv8b

  • Matthew Young
    Matthew Young 42 minutes ago

    Air: exist
    Eminem and Logic: I'm bouta end this whole man's career

  • Phi Dương
    Phi Dương 53 minutes ago

    I'm gonna sing this to my future grandkids and call it a lullaby

  • Youpo1
    Youpo1 Hour ago

    Damn

  • Teke Moneymaker
    Teke Moneymaker 2 hours ago

    The first half of the song is FIRE!!! 🔥
    ....then Em gets on the mic 🤮
    I like how this song makes fun of Em but only the slow people (Em included) didn't catch it.
    - "Callin yourself the best?? No no, please do not do that- you gon' make Bobby boy snap..." Referencing rap god
    - "Can any of you mother fuckers even rap? SHIT--!" with Em on the track
    -Chris D. in the video making fun of Em
    -Then at the end of the song there's an actual recording of what Em sounds like without his ghost writer, trying to come up with a verse... Or maybe he was trying to freestyle idk 🤔 painful to listen to his whiney voice either way
    Props to Logic tho!! 😂🤣

  • Victoria Popovska
    Victoria Popovska 8 hours ago

    *Son, you know why you the greatest alive?*
    *Why daaaadd?*
    *Cuz you came outta my baaaaalls nigga*
    LOL

  • jayme schreiber
    jayme schreiber 8 hours ago

    Who have logic the N pass?

  • Mathieu Chaput
    Mathieu Chaput 10 hours ago

    yo he doesn't have the n-word pass

  • ballu rana
    ballu rana 12 hours ago

    B-KARAN HOMICIDE REFIX | EMINEM | LOGIC OFFICIAL VIDEO (OUT NOW)
    thexvid.com/video/VQ2cRx_LiEU/video.html

  • Jeux600
    Jeux600 12 hours ago

    IS IT ME OF IS MY PHONE FREAZEING

  • Pretzel
    Pretzel 12 hours ago

    I mean, breathing is overrated

  • Pedro Flores
    Pedro Flores 13 hours ago

    Does anyone else hear the echo?

  • mr5pokemon
    mr5pokemon 13 hours ago +1

    What is being said in the background starting 3:06?!?

  • Bob Willy
    Bob Willy 15 hours ago

    1:54

  • Miles Thornton
    Miles Thornton 18 hours ago

    I need to slow this down hold up chikachika

  • Bob Charlemagne
    Bob Charlemagne 18 hours ago

    EM just put all the mumble rappers on a BiPAP.

  • Ghost KING
    Ghost KING 19 hours ago

    21K must be dumb as FUUUUCCCKKK

  • FLI PP
    FLI PP 19 hours ago

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  • Lys-Julienne Clarke
    Lys-Julienne Clarke 21 hour ago +1

    Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
    Why, Dad?
    Because you came out of my balls, nigga
    Hahahaha
    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 chicka-chicka-chicka 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 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 a gas to the flame
    Nowadays, everybody sound 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
    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 chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady
    There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide
    Hit 'em with that (doot, doot, doot) and 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!)
    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 chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady
    Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like Jay-Z
    Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything
    Are getting washed now, chicka-chicka-chicka, like bathing
    Young Hova, I know hitters 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 roll 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 the (roof) would go over your head (haha)
    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 about 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 G.O.A.T
    Who the best? I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though, 'cause MC's know
    But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
    Your shit is ass like a tailbone
    And you're trapped in your cell phone
    On my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
    I don't want to 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
    A 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 the fuckin' headband again
    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 the Derringer with a hair trigger
    'Bout to bear hug it, 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 about to bare knuckle it, nah, fuck it
    I'm gonna 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 panickin'
    And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins
    And I'm goin' to Fanagan's, 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, you're lackin' the stamina
    You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford
    And I'm in a Porsche on the floor boards
    While I'm world tourin'
    You usin' way too many napkins, papkins, lapkins and chapki
    You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm papkin'
    Flappin' around like a bapkin'
    Flammina babbita playin' a jampkin
    Dammit, a can of pa

  • Mr. KiWi
    Mr. KiWi 22 hours ago

    1,25x was the real speed cause they actually sound normal

  • Muteツ
    Muteツ 22 hours ago

    slime shady

  • Michael Vallejo
    Michael Vallejo Day ago +2

    N people say jay n wayne are better then em. Keep lying to yallselves. All of ems songs are catchy.. Hes the goat. For sure

    • Random Awesome
      Random Awesome Hour ago

      Jay as in Jay Z? Jay Z pretty fucking dope, watchu on about homie?

  • Wesley Bolen
    Wesley Bolen Day ago

    I've been waiting for this collab for ever

  • Reality FAX!
    Reality FAX! Day ago

    3:19
    This is the original video

    m.thexvid.com/video/mMKPwQXReHs/video.html

  • Fizzels
    Fizzels Day ago

    Logic spits fire in this one

  • Micah Gelok
    Micah Gelok Day ago

    Lungs: hey wassup guys
    Eminem and logic: who

  • Micah Gelok
    Micah Gelok Day ago +2

    Guys we gotta watch out hes plannin while we lackin the stamina and usin too many napkins

  • One Piece
    One Piece Day ago

    3:20 is the best part omg

  • Ca Chow
    Ca Chow Day ago

    *DAX COMING AFTER YOU*

  • FireRap
    FireRap Day ago +1

    Perfect

  • Giorgio Villaluz
    Giorgio Villaluz Day ago +2

    The bars set is too high m*th*r f*ck*rs👆👆👆

  • JuJu OnDatBeatCuhh

    Proof Logic is Sayer Mowat's dad at 0:51

  • DMc
    DMc Day ago +2

    This deserves a spot on the GTA5 radio

  • Andre Verhoef
    Andre Verhoef Day ago +1

    Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
    Why, Dad?
    Because you came out of my balls, nigga
    Hahahaha
    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 chicka-chicka-chicka 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 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 a gas to the flame
    Nowadays, everybody sound 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
    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 chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady
    There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide
    Hit 'em with that (doot, doot, doot) and 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!)
    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 chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady
    Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like Jay-Z
    Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything
    Are getting washed now, chicka-chicka-chicka, like bathing
    Young Hova, I know hitters 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 roll 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 the (roof) would go over your head (haha)
    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 about 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 G.O.A.T
    Who the best? I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though, 'cause MC's know
    But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
    Your shit is ass like a tailbone
    And you're trapped in your cell phone
    On my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
    I don't want to 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
    A 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 the fuckin' headband again
    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 the Derringer with a hair trigger
    'Bout to bear hug it, 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 about to bare knuckle it, nah, fuck it
    I'm gonna 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 panickin'
    And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins
    And I'm goin' to Fanagan's, 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, you're lackin' the stamina
    You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford
    And I'm in a Porsche on the floor boards
    While I'm world tourin'
    You usin' way too many napkins, papkins, lapkins and chapki
    You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm papkin'
    Flappin' around like a bapkin'
    Flammina babbita playin' a jampkin
    Dammit, a can of pa

  • R L
    R L Day ago

    Man, I love this song!

  • DMN DMN
    DMN DMN Day ago

    Rap is so lame but Logic n Eminem killing it. But we need remix to this song with Twista though

  • Angela Lopez
    Angela Lopez Day ago

    Can I have the most dislikes

  • Alphanerd
    Alphanerd Day ago

    Look i made Beat inspired by this song
    thexvid.com/video/aIHuQbRQboA/video.html

  • Esoteric Brain
    Esoteric Brain Day ago

    #7thson on sound cloud check him out he stands to this shit

  • Statix_MXP
    Statix_MXP Day ago +2

    Eminem with logic is op when it comes to rap

  • Lynn Pozega-Haslage

    Fuck you

  • Slitz tiwiz
    Slitz tiwiz Day ago +11

    Me: *wheeze*
    Friend: what's so funny
    Me: nothing

    Me in my head: CHICKACHICKA SLIM SHADY

  • Iced up Savage
    Iced up Savage Day ago

    🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

  • Ruth Eisenberg
    Ruth Eisenberg Day ago

    Calling yourself the greatest alive YOU GONNA MAKE BOBBY BOY SNAP YOU GONE MAKE BOBBY BOY SNAP

  • F-14 Tomcat Tobar
    F-14 Tomcat Tobar Day ago +1

    3:19 Holy shit!!! How is this not mentioned!? Holy Fuck! Logic and Eminem verses aren't anything to compare to that! Especially the "You usin' way too many napkins" part God damn!

  • Gummy
    Gummy Day ago +1

    Let me do you a favor. 99% Oxygen/lung jokes, 1% oxygen/lung jokes.

  • Dakzi
    Dakzi Day ago

    Who gave him the n word pass?

    • CeeTruth
      CeeTruth Day ago +1

      Come to Miami and you'll be asking that about everybody.

  • Sha Gerr
    Sha Gerr Day ago

    How can anyone say these two are better than the UK grime scene
    HAS ANYONE COMPARED LYRICS?????????

  • Jamie Swanson VIVO

    thexvid.com/video/M9-iXUxetro/video.html

  • NoSleep
    NoSleep Day ago +1

    This Damn Gamestop Ads

  • gusty1217
    gusty1217 Day ago

    There better be a Eminem ft. Logic song on his future album. Because this is fricking fire.

  • Alex Winter
    Alex Winter 2 days ago

    thexvid.com/video/6jft5f-M5us/video.html Zianem remix

  • Lare Lujo
    Lare Lujo 2 days ago

    Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
    Why, Dad?
    Because you came out of my balls, nigga
    Hahahaha
    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 chicka-chicka-chicka 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 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 a gas to the flame
    Nowadays, everybody sound 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
    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 chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady
    There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide
    Hit 'em with that (doot, doot, doot) and 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!)
    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 chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady
    Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like Jay-Z
    Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything
    Are getting washed now, chicka-chicka-chicka, like bathing
    Young Hova, I know hitters 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 roll 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 the (roof) would go over your head (haha)
    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 about 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 G.O.A.T
    Who the best? I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though, 'cause MC's know
    But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
    Your shit is ass like a tailbone
    And you're trapped in your cell phone
    On my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
    I don't want to 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
    A 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 the fuckin' headband again
    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 the Derringer with a hair trigger
    'Bout to bear hug it, 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 about to bare knuckle it, nah, fuck it
    I'm gonna 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 panickin'
    And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins
    And I'm goin' to Fanagan's, 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, you're lackin' the stamina
    You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford
    And I'm in a Porsche on the floor boards
    While I'm world tourin'
    You usin' way too many napkins, papkins, lapkins and chapki
    You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm papkin'
    Flappin' around like a bapkin'
    Flammina babbita playin' a jampkin
    Dammit, a can of pa

  • Никита Голуб

    *best flow ever*

  • Descendant of Cayde-6
    Descendant of Cayde-6 2 days ago +1

    Where are his lungs

  • Petr Kapucián
    Petr Kapucián 2 days ago

    Catchy af

  • Nathan Smith
    Nathan Smith 2 days ago

    killer song remix this song will be the one 1s rap

  • Malek x Steve
    Malek x Steve 2 days ago

    احححح
    ايمينيم احلا تحية من ورشفانه العز
    و ميلانو العز 😉