[Part I]
[Intro: Eminem & Lil Juice]
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Yeah
[Pre-Chorus: Eminem]
Brain dead, eye drops
Pain meds, cyclops (Yup)
Daybed, iPod
"May-back", Maybach (Yup)
Trainwrecks, sidewalks
Payless, high-tops (Uh)
K-Fed, iHop
Playtex, icebox (Yeah)
[Chorus: Eminem]
That's how much we have in common (Yeah)
That's how much we have in common (Woah)
Up on this mic when we're on it (Yeah)
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 on the mic (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9" & Eminem]
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 (What up?)
I ain't gotta dance long as my Ferrari Spider move like C Breezy
I don't gotta hire goons, I'd rather try to buy the moon and breathe freely
The sky's blue, the tires new, the Maserati white and cool like G-Eazy
Why these dudes tryna figure out how to do a freestyle as fly as me? (Why?)
I'm confused tryna figure out how to do Kapri Styles and Mya G (Woo)
Everybody doin' chick joints, prolly 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 'em uppers-and-downers (Woo)
I'm into stuff like doublin' commas
Find me a brother who's solid
To count this shit up and then bust this shit down
When the cops hit us up, we can flush this shit down
We cannot give a fuck, shit, a fuckin' colonic
Sellin' your cock and your butt for a follow or
Possible couple of dollars, you powder sniff
Now you slippin', call it a power trip, a produc' 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, prostitute retirin'
We can spit it for your advance
I'm fit to be king, you're cut out to fit in Prince pants
You niggas—
[Pre-Chorus: Eminem]
Brain dead, eye drops
Pain meds, cyclops (Yeah)
Daybed, iPod
"May-back", Maybach (Yup)
Trainwrecks, sidewalks
Payless, high-tops (Uh)
K-Fed, iHop
Playtex, icebox (Yeah)
[Chorus: Eminem]
That's how much we have in common (Yeah)
That's how much we have in common (Woah)
Up on this mic when we're on it (Yeah)
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—
[Verse 2: Eminem]
You say you affiliated with murderous killers (Ayy)
The people you run with are thuggin' (Gang)
But you just a wannabe gunner (Gang)
Like you was gonna do somethin'
Actin' like you catchin' bodies (Ayy)
And you got juice, lil' youngin', you buggin'
You ain't never even been charged in connection with battery
Bitch, you ain't plugged into nothin' (Ah)
Rap God spit lyrical bullets (Pew)
And gat's cocked, 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 gon' need an 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 cocksucker, he must be feelin' himself
He wants to keep up his tough demeanour
So he does a feature, decides to team up with N9na (Yeah)
But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne
If you wanna come at me with a sub, Machine Gun
[Part II]
[Verse: Eminem]
And I'm talkin' 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 fuckin' cocked semi-Glock Demigod
Let me put a fuckin' silencer on this little
Non-threatening blond fairy cornball takin' shots at me
You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rock Steady Crew
Obviously, I'm not getting through
We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, lettin' off like Remy Ma
Heavy artille—ry (Yeah, uh), 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 of ya, 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'd 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 hangin' open
My code name is groper, I role play with lotion
I fuck the whole world then I throw 'way the Trojan
Old lederhosen with home-made explosives
I'll 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'
A double-edge sword, it cuts both ways, 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 minimum
I'm fuckin' these syllables, I let 'em lick on my genitals
I'm a fuckin' 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 ('Dentical)
But not us, the only thing we have in common's 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 (Yeah)
[Chorus: Eminem]
That's how much we have in common (Yeah)
That's how much we have in common (Woah)
Up on this mic when we're on it (Yeah)
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—
[Outro: Eminem]
Man, fuck this shit
Let's go
