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bot alike eminem

  1.  
  2. Yeah
  3. Brain dead, eye drops
  4. Pain meds, cyclops
  5. Daybed, iPod
  6. "May back, "Maybach
  7. Trainwrecks, sidewalks
  8. Payless, high tops
  9. K Fed, IHOP
  10. Playtex, icebox
  11. That's how much we have in common (yeah)
  12. That's how much we have in common (whoa)
  13. Up on this mic, when we're on it (yeah)
  14. That's how much we have in common (yeah)
  15. That's how much we have in common (woo)
  16. That's how much we have in common
  17. We are not alike, there's nada like us on the mic (yeah)
  18. I don't do Jordans and Audemars
  19. I do explosions and Molotovs
  20. Y'all blowin' smoke as if y'all ain't washed
  21. I blow the smoke from the car exhaust
  22. Flyin' to a party I am not invited to, feelin' like the streets need me (what up?)
  23. I ain't gotta dance long as my Ferrari Spider move like C Breezy
  24. I don't gotta hire goons, I'd rather try to buy the moon, and breathe freely
  25. The sky is blue, the tie is new, the Maserati white and cool like G Eazy
  26. Why these dudes tryna figure out how to do a freestyle as fly as me? (Why?)
  27. I'm confused tryin' to figure out how to do Kapri Styles and Mya G
  28. Everybody doin' chick joints, probably rob these little dudes at fist point
  29. 'Member everybody used to bite Nickel, now everybody doin' Bitcoin
  30. We don't got nothin' in common (no)
  31. We don't got nothin' in common (no)
  32. Y'all into stuff like doubled up Styrofoam cups on them uppers and downers (woo)
  33. I'm into stuff like doublin' commas
  34. Find me a brother who's solid
  35. To count the shit up and then bust the shit down
  36. If the cops hit us up, we can flush the shit down
  37. We can not give a fuck, shit, a fuckin' colonic
  38. Sellin' your cock and your butt for a follower
  39. Possible couple of dollars, you powder sniff
  40. Now you're slippin', call it a power trip
  41. A product of politics
  42. Y'all went from profit and toppin' the charts
  43. To dropped in the park in a pile of shit
  44. Knowledge is power, but powerless if you got it and you do not acknowledge it
  45. Y'all music sound like Dr. Seuss inspired it
  46. Hirin' strippers, prostitutes retirin'
  47. We can spit it for ya, advance
  48. I'm fit to be king, you're cut out to fit in Prince pants
  49. You niggas
  50. Brain dead, eye drops
  51. Pain meds, cyclops
  52. Daybed, iPod
  53. "May back, "Maybach
  54. Trainwrecks, sidewalks
  55. Payless, high tops
  56. K Fed, IHOP
  57. Playtex, icebox
  58. That's how much we have in common (yeah)
  59. That's how much we have in common (whoa)
  60. Up on this mic, when we're on it (yeah)
  61. That's how much we have in common (yeah)
  62. That's how much we have in common (woo)
  63. That's how much we have in common
  64. We are not alike, there's nada like us
  65. You say you're affiliated with murderers, killers (ayy)
  66. The people you run with are thuggin' (gang)
  67. But you're just a wanna be gunner (gang)
  68. Like you was gonna do somethin'
  69. Actin' like you catchin' bodies (ayy)
  70. And you got juice, lil' youngin', you're buggin'
  71. You ain't never even been charged in connection with battery
  72. Bitch, you ain't plugged into nothin'
  73. Rap God spit lyrical bullets (boom)
  74. And gats cock, your partners better tool up
  75. This has not to do with muscular
  76. But have guns for sure, you better put a
  77. Strap on, other words if you're a Gunner
  78. Roll up with your (gang)
  79. You're gon' need a arsenal
  80. 'Cause this bar is over your head
  81. So you better have arms if you're gonna pull up (skrrt)
  82. Oh, you run the streets, huh?
  83. Now you wanna come and fuck with me, huh?
  84. This little cock sucker, he must be feelin' himself
  85. He wants to keep up
  86. His tough demeanor, so he does a feature
  87. Decides to team up with N9na (yeah)
  88. But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne
  89. If you wanna come at me with a sub, Machine Gun
  90. And I'm talkin' to you but you already know who the fuck you are, Kelly
  91. I don't use sublims and sure as fuck don't sneak diss
  92. But keep commentin' on my daughter Hailie
  93. I keep on tellin' motherfuckers, but just in case you forgot
  94. Really and need Ja memories, jarred like strawberry or pineapple, apricot jelly
  95. I respond, rarely but this time Shady
  96. 'Bout to sound off like a fuckin' cocked semi Glock
  97. Demigod, let me put a fuckin' silencer on this little non threatenin' blond fairy
  98. Cornball takin' shots at me
  99. You're not ready, fool, break yourself like Rock Steady Crew
  100. Obviously, I'm not gettin' through
  101. We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, lettin' off like Remy Ma
  102. Heavy artillery, Godzilla harsh with a hard shell
  103. With a motherfuckin' heart bigger than Bizarre's belly
  104. Only time you'll ever say, I lost
  105. You'll be talkin' 'bout Fetty Wap, better call Diddy
  106. Just to try to get me off and you better hope I don't call Trick Trick
  107. Bitch, this shit don't fly in our city
  108. Punk, you don't disrespect OG's, R.I.P. Prodigy
  109. Sold Dre my soul and I told him
  110. The moment he signed me that I'll be the most hated, though made it
  111. So that there's no shame, it's okay to own it 'cause life is a bitch, she's a bow legged ho
  112. But now days are over, I Harvey Weinstein, a bathrobe hangin' over
  113. My code name is Groper, I role play with lotion
  114. I fucked the whole world then I throw away the Trojan
  115. Old lederhosen with home made explosives, I blow eighty holes in you
  116. Don't make me go in, I O.J. the flows and I'm insult to injury
  117. Rolaids to Goldman, I'm throat spray and Motrin, I throated Nicole
  118. As they both there to choke and my whole blade is soakin'
  119. I double edge sworded 'cause one place
  120. I poke and I stick and I turn and I rotatin' motion
  121. Invisible with the pen, I'm at the pinnacle
  122. Of sick individuals, stick my dick and put the tip in
  123. At minimal, I'm fuckin' these syllables
  124. I let them lick on my genitals
  125. I'm a fuckin' invisible, indefensible, despicable difficult prick, a little bit unpredictable
  126. I spit the formidable, that you bitches fuckin' with the original
  127. I consider me and Nickel identical ('dentical)
  128. But not us, the only thing we have in common's I'm a dick and you suck
  129. Otherwise one has nothin' to do with the other
  130. None comes close to
  131. Skunk, bug, soldier
  132. Tongue, shrub, shoulder
  133. One month older
  134. Sponge, mob, colder
  135. Nun, rug, holster
  136. Lug nut, coaster
  137. Lung, jug, roaster
  138. Young Thug poster
  139. Unplugged toaster
  140. That's how much we have in common (yeah)
  141. That's how much we have in common (whoa)
  142. Up on this mic, when we're on it (yeah)
  143. That's how much we have in common (yeah)
  144. That's how much we have in common (woo)
  145. That's how much we have in common
  146. We are not alike, there's nada like us (man, fuck this shit, let's go

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