Something In Common

People like the way I spit slaughters, lyrics like fire yet smooth like water, hyperboles don't worry me, you guys just try hurriedly, to kick wack metaphors virgins need to cum harda, so lemme apply the bandaid to ya open cuts, niggas foldin up either that or your rhymes are stuck, and the way these bars just seem to erupt, like ya day dreams open butt gettin fucked, and only the slow ones, retards, mediocore entities, would take that as a gay plug, homo tendencies, so if you feel threatened, near frightened to battle me, don't open your  mouth, ya assed out, I got the remedy, I neva met a nigga on my level, I stay automatic, rev'n my handles, while you strugglin with pedals, see we both got something in common with ya chick, I mean not for nonthing, it's known that shes a freaky bitch, but what she gives you to open, usally a gift or a surprise, but with me, well, usually her lips and her thighs, so don't say I didn't warn you but when you go home tonight, I might be busy, so make sure you knock twice.