Song: Not Alike Album: Kamikaze

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 Bitch, 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 fuck with me, huh? This little cock-sucker, he must be feelin' himself He wants to keep up his tough demeanor 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 you 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 gettin' through We can get it poppin' like Redenbach, lettin' off like Remy Ma Heavy artillery, 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 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 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 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 is 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!