Homicide (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Smokey Legendary, Logic & Both]
Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
Why, Dad?
Because you came out of my balls, n*gga
Hahahahahaha
(Roof!)

[Hook]
Stop, wait, hold on the pace
I ain’t tryna start a race
Can you tell by my face?
I’m kidding—no, not really
'Cause my face look sh*tty like I just got raped by New York City
Don’t tell me that my rhymes ain’t witty
I’m just spittin' on these titties, I’m the kiddies and committees
No, I’m not, 'cause I’m only fifteen
But in three more years I’ll be legally free

[Verse]
Yeah, this the evil in me
Counting in threes
Song’s wacker than four times, like f*ck you mean
Oh, what could it be?
It’s a revival
Murder these f*ckin' rappers like it’s survival
Bring the NyQuil
Anybody thinkin' that I’m trash is delightful
Rival, I won’t
I don’t—give a sh*t
Everybody been down with the business
On my wit-list, instead I got a hit list
I offend you 'cause you don’t get the message
f*ckin' on these women, but I’m not even sexist
Killin' the game, but you know that I’m next, b*tch
You shop at Gucci, I shop at Target
I never wanted drama, but you had to go and start it
I’m comin' with a machete, so I hope you’re ready
I’m in your nightmares just like I’m Freddy
One slice, that sh*t got gory
I’m in my room writin' raps like I’m in “Dexter’s Laboratory”
Damn, I’m stuck in traffic, oh, that’s tragic
Takin' shots with a gun, I just brung a knife to stab it
Y’all be jack[?] like Aladdin
Without a genie, I make magic
Throw 'em out to the wolves and let them have it
You dissin' me, better lift yo curse
If you ever was a feature, I’d have the better verse
Yeah, sorry, that must hurt
But I got a kill a beat, no defeat, call 911 'cause I’m bringin' the heat
Now, new age rappers, take a seat
Mumble this, mumble that
How the f*ck do they even rap?
They too busy gettin' hammered
But I’ma make damn sure
I hit 'em with a mallet
You simply buy clothes and flex hoes
Like, what’s really your talent?
Not goin' pro, but I’m in the little league
Nobody riddle me, nobody really see
Look at Oskrrt tryna talk that sh*t
You a pimple on my back, I’ma pop that b*tch
Silly ass rapper, I ain’t playin' no tricks
Have your name in the title, so, thanks for the clicks
Oh damn, I’m killin' this sh*t
“Oh Austin, you killin' this sh*t
He got bars, oh, damn, he really killin' that sh*t
You got bars and you can spit
Oh, really? I didn’t know he was really killin' that sh*t, haha”
My rhymes are a chemical spill
Racin' this track at night in the Batmobile
My life’s a fable so I never know what’s real
No f*ck that, buck back
My rhymes are toxic
I must want a challenge if I’m remixing Logic
Fast rap is dyin', I hope it’ll last
Instead they mumble and leave that sh*t in the past
But I am the one, I am the one and I do what I can
Not no Stan, just a MC, just a big fan
My legacy’s young and I hope that my kids will start where I began
Lay yo ass to rest on my bed
You talkin' that sh*t, I’ma fill you with led
Just like a virus, b*tch, I spread
Y’all punks, you are softer than bread
I rap so hard I revive the dead
Don’t give a damn what I just, just said
Don’t give a damn what I just, just said
So I’m like, okay, um
[Hook]
Stop, wait, hold on the pace
I ain’t tryna start a race
Can you tell by my face?
I’m kidding—no, not really
'Cause my face look sh*tty like I just got raped by New York City
Don’t tell me that my rhymes ain’t witty
I’m just spittin' on these titties, I’m the kiddies and committees
No, I’m not, 'cause I’m only fifteen
But in three more years I’ll be legally free

[Break]
Haha, did I kill that sh*t?
I don’t know, I’ll let—I’ll just let you motherf*ckers

[Bridge]
It’s a revival
Murder these motherf*ckin' rappers like it’s survival
Bring the NyQuil
Anybody thinkin' that I’m trash is delightful
Rival, I won’t
I don’t give a sh*t
Everybody been down with the business
On my wit-list, instead I got a hit list
I offend you 'cause you don’t get the message
f*ckin' on these women, but I’m not even sexist
Killin' their b*tch, but you know that I’m next, b*tch
You shop at Gucci and I shop at Target
[Outro: Chris D'Elia & Yesify]
Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to
Do all this while ya panickin' (Oh, okay)
And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins
And I'm goin' to Fanagans
Trying 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 standup 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 floorboards
While I'm world tourin'
You usin' way too many napkins, papkins
Lapkins and chapki-
You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin'
Flappin' around like a bapkin'
Flamminababbitapannitajampkin