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Homicide · Logic · Eminem

Confessions of a Dangerous Mind

℗ 2019 Def Jam Recordings, a division of UMG Recordings, Inc.

Released on: 2019-05-10

Producer: BREGMA
Producer, Co- Producer: Shroom
Studio Personnel, Recording Engineer, Mixer: Robert Campbell
Associated Performer, Background Vocalist: Smokey Hall
Associated Performer, Additional Vocals: Chris D'Elia
Composer Lyricist: Sir Robert Bryson Hall II
Composer Lyricist: Marshall Mathers
Composer Lyricist: Jeremy Alexander Uribe
Composer Lyricist: Dillan Beau Bailard
Composer Lyricist: Donnell Stephens III
Composer Lyricist: Tim Schoegje
Composer Lyricist: Luis Resto

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One breath per year

5 days ago

Great song but wondering why logic gets a pass saying the n word at 1:00 min.mark

6 days ago

But the ending tho

1 week ago

teacher: we need oxygen to live
logic and eminen: hold my pencil

1 week ago

Dream duo

1 week ago

Me when I presenting my essay and copyrighted every and not knowing anything and just WELL U KNOW

1 week ago

Logic and Eminem: exist
Oxygen: am I a joke to you

1 week ago

Because you come out of my balls nigga 😂😂😂😂❤️❤️

1 week ago

Logic your racists

1 week ago

He's half black

1 week ago

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1 week ago

LIT🔥

1 week ago

🔥🔥🔥

1 week ago

Do you even breath?

1 week ago

no body:
my little brother trying to rap : 3:19

1 week ago

Fuckin lit 🔥 🔥 👌

1 week ago

So no one here him say nigga y do people not black keep saying that shit fuck if u have a black friend. Lame no points from me wanna be

1 week ago

Composer Lyricist: Sir Robert Bryson Hall II

Composer Lyricist: Marshall Mathers

Composer Lyricist: Jeremy Alexander Uribe

Composer Lyricist: Dillan Beau Bailard

Composer Lyricist: Donnell Stephens III

Composer Lyricist: Tim Schoegje

Composer Lyricist: Luis Resto



whattttttttt

1 week ago

ME:Listen to homicide
Logic:Snapped
Eminem has joinejoinedalso me:goes into shock

1 week ago

3:50 me when they say do a freestyle

1 week ago

Flash : I am the fastest

Eminem: hold my beer

1 week ago

r/comedycemetery

1 week ago

The new Eminem

1 week ago

Why this many dislikes?

1 week ago

Algien mexicano

1 week ago

Logic: how much oxygen do we need?
Eminem: yes
Logic:yes

1 week ago

r/comedycemetery

1 week ago

kings 2: vicki and the ice berg lettuce at Ur grossa freeza

1 week ago

D

1 week ago

Thanos: I am inevitable .
Logic : you gon make bobby boy snap .
Chicki chiki chiki chiki .
Thanos :😢just stop .

2 weeks ago

r/comedycemetery

1 week ago

LoL comparing this with Gucci gang is so funny.

2 weeks ago

Dude, I've heard you plenty. But, damn my apologies, for homicide getting me to start listening to all your shit.

Bobby boy snapped.

2 weeks 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

2 weeks ago