Album Name

Kamikaze

Artist

Eminem

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2018.08.31

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Tay Keith fuck these niggas up
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
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 Spider 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 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
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 your advance
I'm fit to be king
you're cut out to fit in Prince pants
You niggas
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
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'
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 feelin' himself
He wants to keep up
his tough demeanour
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 sub
Machine Gun
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 demi-god
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
letting off like Remy Ma
Heavy artille ry
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 80 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'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
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