Lil Juice：
Tay Keith f**k these n***as up
Eminem：
Yeah
Brain dead eye drops
Pain meds cyclops
Daybed iPod
"May-back" Maybach
Trainwrecks sidewalks
Payless high-tops
K-Fed iHop
Playtex icebox
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 yuh
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 yah
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 s**t up and then bust the s**t down
When the cops hit us up we can flush the s**t down
We cannot give a f**k s**t a f**kin' 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 s**t
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 n***as
Eminem：
Brain dead eye drops
Pain meds cyclops
Daybed iPod
"May-back" Maybach
Trainwrecks sidewalks
Payless high-tops
K-Fed iHop
Playtex icebox
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 yuh
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
You say you're affiliated with murderers killas ayy
The people you run with are thuggin' gang
But you just a wannabe gunna 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
B***h you ain't plugged in to nothin'
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 f**k with me huh
This little cock-sucker he must be feelin' himself
He wants to keep up his tough demeanour
So he does a feature decides to team up with Nina
But next time you don't gotta use Tech N9ne
If you wanna come at me with a sub Machine Gun
And I'm talkin' to you
But you already know who the f**k you are Kelly
I don't use sublims and sure as f**k don't sneak-diss
But keep commenting on my daughter Hailie
I keep on telling you motherf**kers
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 f**kin' cocked semi-Glock demi-god
Let me put a f**kin' silencer on this little
Non-threatening blond fairy cornball takin' 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 motherf**king 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
B***h this s**t 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 b***h 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 f**k 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 d**k and put the tip in at minimal
I'm f**kin' these syllables I let 'em lick on my genitals
I'm a f**king invincible indefensible despicable difficult prick
A little bit unpredictable I spit the formidable
That you b***hes f**kin' with the original
I consider me and Nickel identical but not us
The only thing we have in common is I'm a d**k 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
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 f**k this s**t let's go