[Part 1]

[Intro]
Yeah (Yeah)

[Pre-Chorus]
Braindead (Braindead)
Eyedrops (Eyedrops)
Pain meds (Pain meds)
Cyclops (Yup, cyclops)
Daybed (Daybed)
IPod (iPod)
"May-back" ("May-back")
Maybach (Yup, Maybach)
Train-wrecks (Train-wrecks)
Sidewalks (Sidewalks)
Payless (Payless)
High tops (Uh, high tops)
K-Fed (K-Fed)
IHop (iHop)
Playtex (Playtex)
Icebox (Yeah, icebox)

[Chorus 1]
That's how much we have in common (Yeah)
That's how much we have in common (Woah)
Up on this mic while we're on it (Yeah)
That's how much we have in common (Yeah)
That's how much we have in common (Woah)
That's how much we have in common
We are not alike, thеre's nada like us on the mic (Yеah)
[Instrumental]

[Ad-libs]
(No)
(No)
(Whoo)

[Pre-Chorus]
Braindead (Braindead)
Eyedrops (Eyedrops)
Pain meds (Pain meds)
Cyclops (Yeah, cyclops)
Daybed (Daybed)
IPod (iPod)
"May-back" ("May-back")
Maybach (Yup, Maybach)
Train-wrecks (Train-wrecks)
Sidewalks (Sidewalks)
Payless (Payless)
High tops (Uh, high tops)
K-Fed (K-Fed)
IHop (iHop)
Playtex (Playtex)
Icebox (Yeah, icebox)

[Chorus 2]
That's how much we have in common (Yeah)
That's how much we have in common (Woah)
Up on this mic while we're on it (Yeah)
That's how much we have in common (Yeah)
That's how much we have in common (Woah)
That's how much we have in common
We are not alike, there's nada like us—
[Verse]
You say you affiliated with murderers, killers (Ayy)
The people you run with are thugging (Gang)
But you just a wannabe gunner (Gang)
Like you was gonna do something
Acting like you catching bodies (Ayy)
And you got juice, lil' younging, you bugging
You ain't never been charged in connection with battery
Bitch, you ain't plugged into nothing (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 wit' cha—(Gang)
You gon' need a arsenal
'Cause this bar is over your head
So you better—(*Gun cocked*)
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 feeling himself
So he decides to keep up his tough demeanor
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 2]

[Verse]
And I'm talking da you
But cha 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, you need Ja memories jawed like strawberry
Or pineapple apricot jelly
I respond rarely, but, this time, Shady 'bout da sound off
Like a fucking cocked semi-Glock Demigod
Let me put a fucking silence on this little
Non-threatening blond fairy cornball taking shots at me
You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rock Steady Crew
Obviously, I'm not getting through
We can get it popping like Redenbach, letting 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 talking 'bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy
Just to try da 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 (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 da own it
'Cause life is a bitch, she's a bowlegged hoe
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 'way the Trojan (Trojan)
Old lederhosen with home-made explosives
I'll blow eighty holes in you
Don't make me go in, I O. J. the flows
And I'm insult-da-injury, Rolaids-to-Goldman
I'm throat spray and Motrin, I throated Nicole
As they both there to choke, and my whole blade is soaking
A double-edge sword, it cuts both ways, I poke and
I stick and I turn in a rotating motion (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 fucking 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 fucking 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 none' da 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]
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 (Woah)
That's how much we have in common
We are not alike, there's nada like us—

[Outro]
Man, fuck this shit
Let's go