Homicide chords

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Logic - Homicide (feat. Eminem) (Official Audio) chords
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To learn Logic - Homicide chords with lyrics, familiarize yourself with these chords: C, Fm, C. I suggest starting at a calm pace of 70 BPM, and as you gain confidence, approach the song's BPM of 140. With an eye on the song's key Eb, set the capo that best suits your vocal range.

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G _ _ C _ _ Fm _ _ C _ _ .
Db Son, C you know why you Fm the greatest Bb alive?.
G Why dad?.
C _ Fm Because you came out C of my balls nigga.
_ _ Fm _ _ C _ .
Fuck rap, bustin' like an Fm addict with a semi-automatic.
Who done had C it and he ready for anybody to Gb buck back.
All Ab to catch a vibe, ain't no way Fm in hell we leavin' nobody Gb alive.
Even suicide, no Ab fuck that.
I be feelin' villainous, he Fm killin' us.
I'm comin' for your C man and his lady and even a baby.
I'm feelin' like a pic-a-pic-a-pic Fm-a-pick-a-pick A slim shady with Gb rabies, I'm pullin' out your mouth.
Ain't nobody takin' me Fm out, every single rapper in the industry.
Yeah they know what I'm about and I Db dare you to test me.
Cause not Ab a single one of you Fm motherfuckers impress me.
And Eb maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration.
But I'm full Ab of innovation and I'm Fm tired of all of this.
C High school, he's cool, G he's not rap shit.
Ab Not a Fm single one of you motherfuckers Gb even rap shit.
Noticing a C diss to the gang, there's a Fm gas to the flame.
Nowadays C everybody's sayin' the same shit's lame.
Like I'm Ab off to the flame, I'm a Fm villain, man, and killin' who you Bb _ _ .
_ _ Ab _ _ Fm _ _ C _ _ .
_ _ _ F _ _ _ C feelin'.
I'm really mad cause I'm killing this shit, yeah I'm killing this Fm shit.
Oh yeah, oh C yeah, I'm killing this E shit.
Bobby how many Ab times you've been killing this Db shit?.
Find another rhyme, god Gm damn, nigga shit.
Fuck rap, C I sound like an addict with a Fm semi automatic.
Who done C had it and he ready for G anybody to buck back.
C Go to catch a vibe, ain't no Fm way I'll help we leaving nobody Bb alive.
Even suicide, Db no fuck that, C Bobby feeling villainous.
He Fm killing this, I'm coming for your C man and his lady.
And even a baby, I'm feeling like I'm _ Fm _ _ Bb Slim Db shady.
There's nowhere to hide, Fm we call this shit genocide.
C Hit them with that doom doom, G then they die.
Ab We gon' leave them Fm crucified, we call this N shit genocide.
I got bitches, I got hoes.
I got rare designer clothes.
No we ain't Ab fucking with that.
Yeah there's a Fm time and a place.
But if C you ain't coming with the Db illest of rap.
C Call it yourself, the Fm greatest alive.
Then you Db don't deserve to do that.
No no oh no Ab no, please do not do Fm that.
You gon' get C smacked.
You gon' make Bobby attack.
You Ab gon' make Bobby boy Fm snap.
You gon' make Bb Bobby boy snap G Bobby boy Fuck rap.
Ab I sound like an addict with a semi-automatic.
Who done had it and he C ready for anybody to buck back.
Hold up catch a Fm vibe ain't no way in hell we leaving nobody Bb alive.
Beaming suicide, no fuck that.
Bobby feeling villainous, he D killing us.
I'm coming for your C man and his lady.
You Gb need him in a baby.
I'm Ab feeling like I'm.
Tickle tickle tickle Fm tickle tickle Gb tickle tickle tickle Slim Gm shady.
Tickle tickle C tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle.
Like Fm Jay-Z.
Jig us up C you fuckers who didn't write anything.
And getting washed.
Tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle tickle Like Fm bathing Young Hover.
Bb I know hitters like C Yankees.
Gun towed is the pull.
Trigger's like Fm crazy Unloaded.
Leave you shot up in your Rover.
Your D body goes limp and slumps over.
Like A-Rod in a Bb month low.
But he just C homered.
_ Hold up I Fm said.
Rover because now your Rover is C red.
Like red Rover so you know what I Fm meant.
But I roll Bb over my opponents C instead.
Making dark sounds.
Cause I gotta keep Fm breaking these bars down.
I'll go slow for the C speds.
But when I go.
Like the Doberman Fm said.
I still think the.
We go over your C head Beast mode.
Motherfuckers bout to get hit Fm with so many foul lines.
You think I'm a pre-throw.
C Figured it was about time for people to eat crow.
You Fm bout to get out rhymed.
C I coulda be dethroned.
I stay on my toes like the repo.
A Fm behemoth in cheap clothes.
From the East Coast to the West.
Cm I'm the ethos and I'm C the GOAT.
Who the best?.
Fm I don't gotta say a fucking C thing though.
Cause I'm seasonal.
But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts.
Your Fm shit is ass like a tailbone.
And you're trapped in your D cell phone.
I'm a chicken scratch in my cell phone.
I don't wanna fucking listen C to you.
You spit your rap someone else wrote.
Used to get beat up Fm by the big kids.
Used to let the big kids steal my big C wheel.
And I wouldn't do shit but this sits Fm still.
Now money's not a G big deal I'm rich.
I wipe my ass with C six mil Big Fm bills.
Like a platypus.
The caterpillar's Cm coming to get the cannabis.
I'm looking for the C smoke.
Cause you motherfuckers are Fm scattering Battering everything.
And I've had it with the Gm inadequate.
Man I can see my Db dick is standing stiff as a mannequin.
And I'm bringing the Cm banana back.
In a fucking Hibanican.
I ain't got your E phantom.
Thinking of bringing the fucking fingerless gloves back.
And not giving a singular G fuck.
Like fuck rap.
E I sound like a fucking Fm millionaire.
With a dare and you C with a hair trick.
About to bear.
Fucking fucking terrier.
The Rick Flair trip.
And Fm y'all couldn't hold a Eb candle.
Let a prayer vigil when I vent.
They compare me C to a fucking air duck.
I'm Fm about to bare a knuckle.
Lit C Nan fuck it.
I'm gonna go upside the head.
With an ant.
Tuck an ass.
With a fucking Fm dab.
Or the track.
Cause the blood on my Eb track.
That I'm attacking it What C Dracula.
Fuck that Fm shit.
I'm up back with a N thud Man stop Planning.
_ _ _ I'm planning to.
Do all this while you're panicking.
And you're looking and staring at mannequins.
And I'm going to _ Fannigans.
Trying to get up a planikins.
All of the planikins Fannikin Fan Fan Panikins.
With all the banikins Fannikin.
And in a cabana.
You're in a cab.
I'm in a cabana In a Chana.
I'm in a cabana.
Chanting all the standard banner.
Well you don't got the stamina.
You're lacking the stamina.
You're lacking the stamina.
While you're divorcing Harrison Ford.
And I'm in a Porsche.
With the floorboards.
While E I'm on a torrent.
You're using way too many napkins Papkins _ Lapkins And chapkins.
You're using chapstick and napkins.
While I'm papkin.
_ Flapping around like a papkin.
_ _ Flamming a baby
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