[Chorus: Eminem] Brain dead, eye drops Pain meds, cyclops They bed, iPod Maybach, my bach Trainwrecks, sidewalks Pay less, high-tops K-Fed, iHop Playtex, ice spots That's how much we have in common (yeah!) That's how much we have in common (whoa!) Up on this mic, when we're on it That's how much we have in common (yeah!) That's how much we have in common (woo!) That's how much we have in common We are not alike, there's not alike us on the mic (yeah!)
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] I don't do Jordans and Audemars I do explosions and Molotovs Y'all blowin' smoke as if y'all ain't washed I blow the smoke from the car exhaust Flyin' to a party I am not invited to, feelin' like the streets need me I ain't gotta dance long as my Ferrari Spyder move like C Breezy I don't gotta hire goons I'd rather try to buy the moon and breathe freely The sky is blue, the tires is new The Maserati white and cool like G-Eazy While these dudes tryna figure out How to do a freestyle as fly as me (while) I'm confused tryna figure out how to do Kapri Styles and Mya G Everybody doin' chick joints Probably rob these little dudes at fist point 'Member everybody used to bite Nickel Now everybody doin' Bitcoin We don't got nothin' in common (no!) We don't got nothin' in common (no!) Y'all into stuff like doubled-up Styrofoam cups On them uppers-and-downers (woo!) I'm into stuff like doublin' commas Find me a brother who's solid To count the shit up and then bust the shit down When the cops hit us up, we can flush the shit down We cannot give a fuck, shit, a fuckin' colonic Sellin' your cock and your butt for a follower Possible couple of dollars, you powder sniff Now you slippin', call it a power trip, a product of politics Y'all went from profit and toppin' the charts To dropped in the park in a pile of shit Knowledge is power, but powerless If you've got it and you do not acknowledge it Y'all music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it Hirin' strippers, prostitutes retirin' We can spit it for ya advance I'm fit to be king, you're cut out to fit in Prince pants You niggas—
[Chorus: Eminem] Brain dead, eye drops Pain meds, cyclops They bed, iPod Maybach, my bach Trainwrecks, sidewalks Pay less, high-tops K-Fed, iHop Playtex, ice spots That's how much we have in common (yeah!) That's how much we have in common (whoa!) Up on this mic, when we're on it That's how much we have in common (yeah!) That's how much we have in common (woo!) That's how much we have in common We are not alike, there's not alike us on the mic (yeah!)
[Verse 2: Eminem] You say you're affiliated with murderers', killers (ayy) The people you run with are thuggin' (gang) But you're just a wanna be gunner (gang) Like you was gonna do something Acting like you catching bodies (ayy) And you got juice, lil youngin', you're bugging You ain't never even been charged in connection with battery, bitch, you ain't plugged in nothing Rap god spit lyrical bullets (pew) And gats cock, your partners better tool up This has not to do with muscular But have guns for sure, you better put a Strap on, other words if you're gonna Roll up with your (gang) You're gon' need a Arsenal 'Cause this bar is over your head So you better have arms if you're gonna pull up (skrrt) Oh, you run the streets, huh? Now you wanna come and fuck with me, huh? This little cock-sucker, he must be feeling himself He wants to keep up His tough demeanor, so he does a feature Decides to team up with N9na But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne if you wanna come at me with a submachine gun And I'm talking to you but you already know who the fuck you are, Kelly I don't use sublims and sure as fuck don't sneak-diss But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie I keep on telling motherfuckers But just in case you forgot really and need Ja memories Jarred like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly I respond, rarely but this time Shady 'bout to sound off like a fucking cocked semi Glock Demi god, let me put a silencer on this little non-threatening blond fairy, cornball taking shots at me You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rocksteady Crew Obviously, I'm not gettin' through We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, lettin' off like Remy Ma Heavy artillery, Godzilla, harsh with a hard shell With a motherfucking heart bigger than Bizarre's belly Only time you'll ever say I lost You'll be talkin' 'bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy Just to try to get me off, and you better hope I don't call Trick Trick Bitch, this shit don't fly in our city Punk, you don't disrespect OGs, R.I.P. Prodigy Sold Dre my soul and then told him the moment he signed me That I'll be the most hated, though made it So that there's no shame, it's okay to own it 'Cause life is a bitch, she's a bow-legged ho But now those days are over I Harvey Weinstein a bathrobe hanging open My code name is groper, I role play with lotion I fuck the whole world then I throw away the Trojan Old lederhosen with home-made explosives I blow eighty holes in you Don't make me go in, I OJ the flows and I'm insult to injury, Rolaids to Goldman I'm throat spray and Motrin, I throated Nicole As they both there to choke and my whole blade is soakin' I double-edge sword it 'cause one place I poke and I stick and I turn in a rotating motion Invisible with the pen, I'm at the pinnacle of sick individuals Stick my dick and put the tip in at minimal I'm fuckin' these syllables, I let 'em lick on my genitals I'm a fucking invincible, indefensible, despicable, difficult prick A little bit unpredictable, I spit the formidable That you bitches fuckin' with, the original I consider me and Nickel identical—but not us The only thing we have in common is I'm a dick and you suck Otherwise one has nothin' to do with the other None come close to skunk, bug, soldier Tongue, shrub, shoulder, one month older Sponge, mug, folder, nun, rug, holster Lug nut, coaster, lung, jug, roaster Young Thug poster, unplugged toaster!
[Chorus: Eminem] That's how much we have in common (yah!) That's how much we have in common (whoa!) Up on this mic when we're on it (yah) That's how much we have in common (yeah!) That's how much we have in common (woo!) That's how much we have in common We are not alike, there's nada like us— (Man, fuck this shit; let's go)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
