100 Styles of Rapping!

[Part I: Dave East]

[Verse 1: Quadeca (as Dave East)]
I made a milli' off this rappin' shit
Had to stack my chips 'cause I never was used to havin' shit
From the war zone, but never camouflaged
Sneak into your house and take your shit, just like the opposite of Santa Claus (ill Will Beats)
Now they wanna talk to me, but I don't wanna answer calls
I got carpal tunnel from this Glock, I need a hand massage
I can't be touched, like I'm MC Hammer with cuts
I stand out, in case a bitch ever tryin' to stand me up

[Part II: Lil Mosey]

[Verse 2: Quadeca (Lil Mosey)]
When I'm ridin' in a 'Rari, everybody think they switched up
All my day ones with me in a big truck
Now they tryna hate on a boy 'cause he next up
Ain't a doctor, but I'm 'bout to get my check up (Yeah)
Yeah, all this lean got me leaned out (Huh)
I just pulled up to the bank, got it cleaned up
Yeah, I been stayin' true, I took the clean route
I'm a drug to that bitch, I got a fiend out

[Part III: Futuristic & Hopsin]

[Verse 3: Quadeca (as Futuristic)]
I been on the go, I'm really feelin' like the man
That bitch wanna take me to a mo'fuckin' ranch
I just did a show and put that money in my hand
Used to say I'd never be shit, I did everythin' I planned
Now I'm really rockin' it, everybody be stockin' it
I'm walkin' and they watchin' while they just stare in astonishment
I'm confident I'm 'bout to change the motherfuckin' provenance
To give you free knowledge, like a motherfuckin' scholarship
Futuristic, I got new statistics
Fuck the check up, I been doin' business
And you too suspicious
Got my lucky pants on 'cause I'm superstitious (Hahaha!)
And I just hit your girl, she think I'm too delicious
And to be honest, I ain't even used to this shit
I been eatin' good while you do the dishes
Runnin' laps around these rappers, I'm just doin' fitness

[Verse 4: Quadeca (as Hopsin)]
Okay
Hop is back and when I'm on the track
Someone better get these rappers all a bodybag
Y'all promote fake shit, well, that's awfully sad
I'm stoppin' rap if I see one more copycat
And everybody on my nutsack, hatin'
I'm the shit, they like "What's that fragrance?"
And did the man who invented college
Go to college? Hm, okay then

[Interlude: Quadeca]
Hehe... okay

[Part IV: Shoreline Mafia]

[Intro 1]
Asapz, turn that shit up

[Verse 5: Quadeca (as Shoreline Mafia)]
That lil' bitch got me leanin'
I've been on the front page, yeah, I know you seen it
You dreamin', I been schemin'
To be honest, you my sons, no phoenix ([?] goin' crazy)
Yeah, I'm bust down, Rollie on my wrist, I got a bust now
Why your bitches callin'? She be wantin' me to fuck now
Bands on my shoes, it's too easy, yeah, I'm up now
I been so high, bitches know I never come down

[Part V: Gucci Mane & New 21 Savage [2018]]

[Intro 2: Quadeca (as Gucci Mane)]
It's Gucci!

[Verse 6: Quadeca (Gucci Mane)]
I said I can't fuck wit' you unless you cuttin' the check (Nah)
I live my life like an emoji, get a hunnid percent (Burr!)
And all these bitches like some vampires, cover your neck (Gucci!)
All these cameras flashin' at me like I'm runnin' a red, yeah (Ha! Ha! Pow, pow!)

[Verse 7: Quadeca (as New 21 Savage [2018])]
I just walked in wit' the Glock
You could never see me with a opp'
Never give a bitch a photo op
Had to cut that bitch out like Photoshop (Ayy)
21 might catch you when it's dark out (When it's dark out)
I ain't taking no Viagra, but I'm hard now (Skraight up)
When you see me, best watch out, don't put your guard down (Skraight up)
I ain't 'bout to let that slide, this ain't a park now

[Part VI: Hard XXXTENTACTION]

[Intro 3: Quadeca (as Hard XXXTENTACTION)]
Morteh
Ayy, ayy, ayy! (Okay!)

[Verse 8: Quadeca (as Hard XXXTENTACTION)]
Ride on my dick, like a biker, huh (Huh)
She tryna fuck, I don't like her, huh (Huh-huh)
Thinkin' I'ma be too hyper, ayy (Okay!)
I heat it up like a microwave
That's a fact! (Aah!)
Every check that I spend, I make it back (Huh? Ayy! Huh?)
Broke motherfuckers
Just stay in the back (Huh?)

[Part VII: Sad XXXTENTACTION]

[Refrain: Shiloh Dynasty]
I've been so alone for so long
Oh-oh-oh, yeah

[Verse 9: Quadeca (as Sad XXXTENTACION)]
Yeah, I was too lost, lettin' my mood off
Stickin' the needle into my arm like a flu shot
Try to fade the pain out when I'm takin' a few shots
But, that don't do nothin', I still move 'cross
Crossin' the path of the devil, mind of an actual rebel
I wish I could stack all of my change for a new deal
Tell me how you feel, I feel like I'm trapped inside a corner, I'm concealed
Life is getting too ominous, I'm questionin' what's real
Wish I could unseal, wish that I was real
Wish that I was- wish that I was real

[Part VIII: Rico Nasty]

[Intro 4: Quadeca (as Rico Nasty)]
Kenny! (Rico!)

[Verse 10: Rico Nasty]
Pockets drippin'
Like they came out of the faucet
Stop it, bitches
Talkin' shit, you must've lost it
They know I'm the plug
I just broke out of the socket
I come turn the club
To a motherfucking mosh pit

[Part IX: Lil Baby]

[Verse 11: Lil Baby]
Don't stand too close to me
I got all these bands all over me
Bad lil' bitch from overseas
I know that her man gon' notice me
All of this drip, iced out from my hip
I'm makin' a flow and I might catch you slip'
Diamond my neck, I got my diamond my lip
I just paid your rent to buy me a new whip, yeah

[Part X: Skepta]

[Intro 5: Quadeca (as Skepta)]
Yeah

[Verse 12: Quadeca (as Skepta)]
Walked in the room, checks on my shoes
Look at the Nikes, look at the view
Walked in with the gang

[Part XI: Future]

[Intro 6: Quadeca (as Future)]
I might sip for half the day

[Verse 13: Quadeca (as Future)]
Yeah, might sip for half the day
Swear, [?] make it back today
Fuck a check, I'm fat
[?] it Saturday, yeah (Gringo Beats)
Foreign whip, I'm winnin', been on road, windows tinted, huh
Baby, I'm sick, I'm ill-in', she want me to have her children, huh (Lezter)
La di da, slob on me knob, yeah
Pass the check, huh, fuck me in the car, huh

[Part XII: Pusha T]

[Verse 14: Pusha T]
I was pushing white, I was pablo
Running from the feds in my town, hoe
Fuck with the clique, pull up to the block though
All of sudden, you gon' ask like "Where the cops go?"
Not home, Dorothy, this a pot hoe
You a cockroach, swallow, the shop's closed
You might find yourself locked behind the wrong doors
Then when you libre, they gon' tell you that it's not yours

[Part XIII: New Playboi Carti (2018)]

[Verse 15: Quadeca (as New Playboi Carti (2018))]
Got my Gucci sneakers, uh (Eee)
Got, my whip, might [?], uh
I might [?] my [?], uh (Woo)
Hop in that boat with the shit, uh (What? What? What?)
Hop at that bih wit' the [?], uh ([?], pew-pew, what [?])
[?] notice me (What? [?])
She from overseas, uh, yeah (Woah, woah, hello?)
Uh, fuckin' on your thot (What? What? What?)
I got all the shit (Fuckin'-Fuckin' on your thot, thot, thot!)
Money on my neck (Bit', bit'! What? What? What?)
It's a [?] (What? What? What? What?)
My stummy hurt (What? What? What? What?)
My stummy hurt, my stummy hurt (What? Uh, yeah)

[Part XIV: YBN Nahmir [2018]]

[Intro 7: Quadeca (as YBN Nahmir [2018])]
Ayy, gang, gang, ayy
Ayy, ayy, gang, gang, ayy

[Verse 16: Quadeca (as YBN Nahmir [2018])]
Put that thing up on my lap, you gettin' rearranged
Four Os on this chain, that's a GPA
Runnin' up a check, I been stackin' easy pay
I might pull up wit' a stick, just add me on GTA
I'm the man, do you understand? Made a hunnid bands while I dance
Yeah, I think I'm gonna need more rubber bands, go to France
I might take a chance, but you ain't my mans
Tell that bitch get off my dick, I ain't tryna make no plans

[Verse 17: Quadeca (as KYLE)]
Haha, yeah, haha
I'm too lit like a damn candle
You were wearing socks with your damn sandals
Yeah, I'm moving on the money that you can't handle
But I'm still eating soup out the canned Campbell's, ha
I'm too goofy, yeah
Taking all my shots like a movie, yeah
Call me, but I'm on duty
Now they act like they all knew me, truly
Running in the stars like it's Mario Kart
I'm in love with the music, so we hardly apart
Sure, it's only the beginning, guess I'm starting to start
I'm passionate about it, put my heart in my art, yeah

[Verse 18: Quadeca (as Tee Grizzley)]
Too many years down in the trenches, I got used to that
Now they see me winnin', they like "How the fuck he doin' that?"
I'm new to that, everybody claimin' that they used to rap
I'ma shoot my shot and throw it up and then she threw it back
That was like the middle of the damn night
Everybody buggin', can't get off me like some headlights
Made it out the dark and I ain't had to use no headlights
Bitch, I had to go, I''m runnin' every single red light
Yeah

[Verse 19: Quadeca (as Meek Mill)]
Yeah, they locked me in the cell, they tried to kill me
I don't wanna be in your city, I'm in Philly
You made a hundred, you can't even make a milli
[?] feelin' chilly
Yeah, I am the man, do you understand? I don't think you get it
Yeah, they tried to murder me, they tried to bury my name in a second
Balling like Curry, your vision is blurry, I think you'll regret it
You better sit down on the ground and then come on up standing corrected

[Verse 20: Quadeca (as Post Malone)]
Ooh, I fell in love with your cigarette smoke
Told it told my heart, and you never let go
Told it told my heart, and you never get cold
I thought I learned my lesson
Never fall in love with your best-friend, yeah
I thought I learned my lesson
Never fall in love with your best-friend, yeah

[Verse 21: Quadeca (as Juice WRLD / Roy Woods)]
Ooh, that was known
I should've known
I should've known
If you want to know
I should've known
Should've never let me

[Verse 22: Quadeca (as New Lil Yachty)]
Lil Boat
I hop up, I walk up, I pop up
These bitches, they hating, they not gonna stop us
I got the chop', let it sing like some opera
I'm ill, need a doctor, I'm hot like some lava
This bitch wanted Prada, I'm giving her nada
She know that I'm gone, like shout-out Ariana
You haters no problem, I came from the bottom
You falling off like you the leaves when it's Autumn

[Verse 23: Smokepurpp]
Six grams
I got the shooters and I got the robbers
I'ma pull up, I ain't got no accomplice
I got the bands and I get them regardless
I got ten grand in my wallet
I might go make a deposit
Drawing the line, but you crossed it
Push you around like a mosh pit

[Verse 24: KILLY]
KILLY really made it out the basement
Pull up to the party in my 8-6
Your chain is so small, looks like a bracelet
All these zeros like I'm coming out the Matrix
KILLY really made it out the basement
Wonderin' why everybody hatin'
When I pull up to Toronto, they go ape-shit
Foreign lookin' like a fuckin' spaceship

[Verse 25: Trippie Redd]
Yeah, let it go, let it go with a pole
Fuckin' on your bitch and now she know
Yeah, now she know
Yeah

[Verse 26: Lil Uzi Vert]
I might run it back
Fuckin' on your bitch
I am not your mans
Yeah, fuckin' on your shawty, she don't wanna dance

[Verse 27: Fetty Wap]
Now we makin' bands, yeah, baby

[Verse 28: Denzel Curry]
Morteh
Curry the hardest, bitch, I am the arsonist
[?] parts of your cartilage, uh
I am the dominant, you are the opposite
Talking shit not for our argument
Bitch, I'm the beast
You do not wanna be fucking with me, obviously
Demolish my victims, there's no competition
So all of these bitches don't want it with me, uh
Takin' shrooms, make a bitch hallucinate
Everytime, I drop a banger [?] duplicate
Nowadays, they checking for my newest tape
Trying to show up to my lessons, all of you are late
Curry the hardest, bro, you a G
None of you rappers are new to me
Fuck all your jewelry, that's just some foolery
Killing this shit, do it brutally, brutally

[Verse 29: Mac Miller (V.1)]
(Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Yeah, roll a spliff, take a open hit at the promenade
Mixing all the ice with my cream and calling it Häagen-Dazs
Often called a phenomenon, all my songs going on and on
They marvel at me like I'm Spiderman at the Comic-Con
I told God that I got some other commitments now
They saying "Damn, he's gotten a little different, now"
I'm the boy they wanna be around
But the neighbors still be telling me to keep it down, yeah

[Verse 30: Mac Miller (V.2)]
Getting visions of the old me
Sitting in the park with some bitches and all my homies
That's before I was so lonely
Back before they could know me, I felt like the one and only
Next up and I'm blessed up, so sick, need a check-up
Eating good, so I'm fed up, we smoking trees and got red cups
Guess what? I really thought that I had made it
Smoking and getting faded while I go and watch The Matrix

[Verse 31: Mac Miller (v.3)]
Feel like we been so apart, yeah
Yu left me with a broken heart, yeah
Shit feels like a movie
I just really hope you know your part
I thought that I was over that bitch
But she looking in my eyes like she know what it is, yeah
She be blowing a kiss
I'm like "I don't really know where you're going with this", yeah

[Verse 32: Sheck Wes]
Mudboy
I'm the main-man, you a side-guy
Bitches say that I'm a snack, like it's Five-Guys
Sent a signal to my shooters, no Wifi
Ain't the captain, but these bitches sayin' "Aye, Aye"
Sayin' "I, I, ain't a nice guy" (Bitch)
I'm a cat, bitch, you know that I got nine lives (Bitch)
Sheck Wes don't follow no guidelines
Big bitch, stop wastin' all of my time (Bitch)
Sayin' "I, I, I, ain't a really-really nice guy"
Fuck that bitch, said my name was "Billy" like a white guy
Young Sheck Wes on that cover of the High-Tide
If you see me on the fuckin' highway, then you might die
Mudboy

[Verse 33: Blueface]
Damn, I'm really tryna get my paper
I'm tryna fuck, if she ain't tryna fuck, then I'ma save her for later
I'm tryna go up, I'm tryna get up just like an elevator
If you don't want to talk to me, sorry, I'll see you later
Huh, yeah, I'm finna get it

[Verse 34: Mike Sherm (New Bay Area)]
How you gonna hate wearing Levi's?
Fucking on that bitch, I go forward then I rewind
You swipe your card, it's like "declined"
Too many numbers in my bank, it's hard to remind
Bad lil' bitch on my dick though
If that ain't yo' bitch, then where the fuck yo' bitch go?
I come stomping in your hood, you better tip toe
When the bros link, it's a click and you get Rick-rolled
Stay away from the L's, we ain't getting those
If you mad, that's too bad, you ain't getting hoes
We come shooting in your spot, this a episode
We gon' see you from a distance, no telescope

[Verse 35: JID]
I'm a paratrooper, parachute
Instead of shooting, you invisible, I'm staring through ya
Like a barracuda
When I'm talking to ya, you like hallelujah
I'ma follow through but I won't follow you
Now, this my calling to
I collar'd you, now what the dollars do now
But, my dollars blue now
Had to take a minute just to process through all the [?]
I'm a figure rap, picture out, take the picture now
Simmer down, I'ma sit em down, never live it down
I'ma live it up, get it now, we can beef like In n Out
Speaking on my name in vain, you a sinner now
Everything paranormal
I been very different, you been very normal
I'ma god to all these rappers and they fellow mortals
Cause I'm all about my business, I am very formal

[Verse 36: YBN Cordae]
I make hits and I kill shit, I'm a hit-man
Mom says that I made it big, I'm the big man
I spin any rapper around, you acting like clowns
I'm really out here serving these bitches like I'm the milkman
You ain't even eating, someone go get on my meal plan
Looking like a five year old saying he's a real man
All your followers are fake, get some real fans
I think that I'm great cause that's just how I feel, man
That wasn't part of the plan
I made a chart, then I charted again, started again
I cannot tell her I love her cause, bitch, this ain't Barny and Friends
I'm steady eating, they starving again
You think you're hot cause you borrowed a Benz
Who is the dopest? It hardly depends
You're my son but, no, I'm still the star in end

[Verse 37: Juice WRLD]
I gotta breathe in
You got a new man, sorry, I don't see him
I might hit your phone up in the evening
I miss you and we never had to begin
What's the reason?
Tell me, what's the reason
I'm looking for your heart in the bottom of my wine glass
Want you more ever since I let the time pass
I can't ignore that I knew that it would never last
Give my heart, that's just something I ain't getting back

[Verse 38: Lil Tracy]
Solar eclipse in your eyes
I wanna see your hips and your thighs
You know I'm just living my life
I don't think I'm living it right
Like Keemstar, I get right in

[Verse 39: Cardi B]
I got Million Dollar checks
All you hoes, I'm not impressed
I just went and fucked your man, he like "Cardi is up next"
All my clothes are fashionable
All you hoes are on the sofa
Got the iced out Motorola from Japan to Barcelona
I put the pussy on top of his head...

[Verse 40: G Herbo]
I'm back in the streets and my bag to the streets while I'm packin' the heat
Say "can't rap on the beat" but I'm laughing so passionately and sit back in my seat
I was just stacking my checks and I'm packin' a punch while you packin' your lunch and then some
[?] but I turn you to dust like I'm Socrates back with a ray-gun
Now they see me, I'm back with my bread ones
I get that money like they never seen it
Rapper, I'm genius
They say G Herbo "he actin' the meanest"
Bitch I'm a skater like Adam Levine is
[?]
Stripes like Adidas
I been so high you can see me on Venus
Never believe this, never could meet us
Now they see me while I sell out arenas

[Verse 41: Kodak Black]
I can't look up to these hoes I'm higher then
And they say they lives are sad, need to get a violin
But lil Kodak in a jet, and you know i'm smilin'
Got your bitch up on my line, I'm the one she dialin'
I'm wiling, yeah
I can't even be walking round the street
I been up at the top, now they down for me
I was making all my noise, you was sound asleep
Hustlin' then I made it on the count of three

[Verse 42: UK Drill (67 & Harlem Spartans)]
Woah
See me, I don't care what your car says
When I'm on roads, I will come to your home 'cause you know I got bite like Suarez
Don't come and play in our ends
Or I might hit you with a shot from the boss to the top of your dome like Mahrez

[Verse 43: Gunna]
Yeah, I been on the road, I been on the way
I might pull-up, hit a lick, if you in my way
I had to put that bit' right in her place
I'm goin' hard, bitch get out of my way
I came from the bottom, you can't make no mistakes
Now my diamonds got more drip than a lake
[?]
If you come around here don't stay to late
I been making hits, okay (Huh)
I been on my shit, okay (Huh)
Diamonds on my wrist, okay (Huh)
I been making hits on hits, okay (Huh)
All this off-white on my fit, made that drip in a day
Met that bitch in L.A
Fuck that bit' on the same day

[Verse 44: Young Thug]

[Verse 45: Takeoff]
[?] in the cabana like a narco (Hol' up)
I just get it, I spend it, breakin' no barcode (No)
I beat the pussy up like i'm Naruto (Beat it)
Yeah I travel, I [?]

[Verse 46: Action Bronson]
I take a trip to Porto Rico in a foreign Beetle
Spanish women say I'm muy benito
Eating lobster by a pool of [?]
I'm a soviet aristocrat in the blue tuxedo
I'm a dragon in the shape of a man, now, why your mans never shaking my hand, damn
I eat sashimi see me in a lake in Japan
I won't perform unless it's 800 grand, damn

[Verse 47: Old Kanye]
I'm just rolling through the city of Chi-town
I'm preaching "Fuck school", they still saying I'm highbrow
And y'all be victim to the red pill
Throwing shots and act surprised when you get killed
And, they be saying "Don't listen to Yeezy"
Where all the paparazi make a victim of Yeezy
And this shit too frustrating
If they don't say that I'm the best, that's an understatement

[Verse 48: New Kanye]
Scoop da de woop
Boop da de scoop
Scoop

[Verse 49: Nav]
Everybody like that I'm alone
I used to get no bitches never calling on my phone
Now, I pop some percs to feel at home
I'm so rich and I'm sad, I let everybody know

[Verse 50: Old A$AP Rocky]
Nice to meet ya, these off-whites, no Nike sneakers
Hundred thousands, that's the price to feature
Never gave a F like my nicest teacher
Hold up, I'm in California
My newest jacket cost the Mona Lisa
Louis V on my jewellery
This ain't new to me, I'ma swipe the Visa

[Verse 51: Tyga]
Gang got that fire
In the club throwin' ones
Had to stack it up, 'cause you know we gettin' funds
Uh, whole city going dumb
Throw that ass back, make it clap like a drum (Clap, clap)
Huh, make it clap real quick
I been makin' all this cash, watch it stack real quick
Now they see me in the back, let me smash real quick
When she walk up from the back with that ass real thick, ha

[Verse 52]
(Verse 52 was left out on accident)

[Verse 53: $uicideboy$]
They don't know where I'm gonna go when I'm in the zone
Cut throat when I cut the rope
Runnin' down your nose, I know
Takin' the shot on my own and I hope that the devil don't follow me home, uh
I got the horns on my forehead
Hit 'em in the lip, talk shit, leavin' more dead
Pullin' up to hell in a bright red Corvette
Bullet go straight through the brain so you forget

[Verse 54: Tech N9ne]
I'm a maniac, musical mania
A braniac, I make my lyrics, I'm hitting your cranium, I'm a nut
No macadamia, brain on academia
Get my flow out in Wakanda, my lyrics Vibranium, huh
I gotta get at the tippity top of hippity hop
I'll really get in the mid of the pop, gotta get it to shot
Gotta get in the block
Vitamins and my minerals
Military moments of mastery, maybe the general, maybe incredible
Maybe a man, maybe an animal
Eat these wack rappers alive, maybe a cannibal

[Verse 55: Kid Buu]
So I was lookin' into it, and, uh
Kid Buu really has like no musical style, at all
So I'm just gonna use this as an opportunity
To make a joke about the fact that he says that he's a clone
Umm, okay

[Verse 56: Immortal Technique]
Corruption ingrained in a country
Had to take a leap of faith, there is no god up above me
But there are children below, dyin', colder than steel
The third-world not concerned for how the first-world feels
All of these politicians, droppin' bombs despite the moms
And the kids who never grew old, never got to be children
Left forgotten in the particles, remain in the ashes
I never heard the Devil cry, I feel the pain when he's laughin'
And as we're gaspin' for our breath, sayin' bye to the oxygen
Oxycotton and tamoxifen disrupting your collagen
Fuck your cosmopolitan, you been trapped in a bubble
Ignorant to all your brothers still trapped in the rubble

[Verse 57: Tyler The Creator]
Uhh, my dick fat
Might just go click-clack
Writing your bitch back
They was talking shit, well, I guess that I missed that
Uhh, I'm too nice with it
Itching for the throne, got some new lice in it
I'm hot, but the boy's to cold like Bennet
Like J, I make my pay, I spend it
I wave bye to my kiddy days on my Billy Ray, huh
Tried Oxy, got clean, thanks, Billy Mays

[Verse 58: OG Tyler The Creator]
Live in a grey area, all fifty shades
Don't give a fuck, give a F like some shitty grades
This that old school Tyler, this that no rules Tyler
This that bully motherfuckers in that homeschool Tyler

[Verse 59: Travis Scott]
Yeah
30K, I made 30K (It's lit)
In a day 'til I see the pearly gaze (Straight up)
Heaven's gate, I can't hesitate
Two phones, one for God and one for Kevin Gates
Oh, oh, no, tell me how you feel, yeah (It's lit)
Helicopter [?] with a mill' (Straight up)
Pullin' up, I'm like, "What's the deal?"
My life's like a highlight reel, uh
[?] my cactus just for practice (Yeah)
She don't want no smoke, let me pass it, uh
I'ma pass it off to my bro now
Tell me what you wanna know now

[Verse 60: Russ]
I do my work by myself
I put on this shirt by myself
Man, I am so sure of myself
I'm pretty sure that I gave birth to myself

[Verse 61: Logic]
Goddamn, goddamn, better who I am
Only care about a race and they never understand
Now everybody talkin' 'bout the wrong or the right
And they hatin' 'cause I'm born half black, half white
That's a right, everybody wanna be a rich man
Everybody wanna be the big man
Hit 'em with the venom, these haters are dead
I'm with the Beretta, I had it 'fore these haters, I get 'em
Never forget 'em, now I'm sendin' the message
I gotta do it already, but do it
You knew it, you knew it, you knew it, you knew it, knew it
Woo

[Verse 62: Kendrick Lamar]
(Cannis)
Fuck affiliations, don't do rivals, ayy
Assassinate my character like libel, ayy
I come from where we do, this for survival
Where they keep the strap tucked under they Bible, uh

[Verse 63: Kendrick Lamar]
King Kendrick, Compton crazy
Can't get it, can't exit, ooh
Finesse for the good credit
No credit in Heaven, uh
I speak through confession
Think we need a new election
If I could, I would
But America just is not ready, ooh
On the White Horse, in the white Porsche

[Verse 64: Rich Forever (Rich The Kid)]
Huh, I'm actually ballin' (Ballin')
Fuckin' your bitch and she has to be callin' (True)
These hoes, they be flockin' (Ring)
Get out of my face, like why you be talking?

[Verse 65: Rich Forever (Jay Critch & Rich The Kid)]
She always up on the gram (Huh), after Molly and the Xan (Huh)
Pulling up under the city, she leaving with me but don't call me her man (Ayy)
I'm pulling up with the plug (Plug)
I'ma run out with the pack (Pack)
Foreign ho showin' me love (What?)
But I'm never callin' them back (No, no)

[Verse 66: Matt Ox]
Yeah-yeah, get that money on my back
Yeah-yeah, I can't do this
I actually like Matt Ox too

[Verse 67: Diss Track Eminem]
Yeah, I heard you but I birthed you
So I treat it like we talkin'
Some father son shit
They say Kelly got the machine gun
But I really think those shots are from a water gun
You look like an anorexic criminal who is on the run
With a lot of rum, dissed me? Must have gotten drunk
Must be on some, 'cause my record is the top one
And you ain't got one, oh, and I'm not done
Think I shelved you? Let me tell you
You don't even have a audience to sell to
I take your highest selling debut
And multiply that shit by twenty-two, when I was twenty-two
Still do it at forty-two, I'm destroyin' you
Everything that you have, I have more than you
Except all your shitty tattoos
And all your STD's from the whores you do, huh
Skinnier than Spongebob, but you not ready
Try to piss on me, that's who you are Kelly
Get it? R. Kelly, I'm pissed off
More pissed off than Rick Ross
When he finds out there's no barbecue sauce at the Wing Stop

[Verse 68: Old Lil Yachty]
Uh, woah
The more you wanna hate
The more the money comes quicker
How we at the top? I made it pop
Yeah, I made it bigger
Bitch, there is a Glock
Ba-la-la-la, pop
Yeah, like a pop

[Verse 69: 6ix9ine]
Blicky Stiffy, uh!

[Verse 70: Comethazine]
I done make a band for the summer, yeah (Huh, huh)
I just made a milli, that's a bummer, yeah (Huh, huh)
I'm Comethazine on Promethazine, yeah (Huh)
I just made my [?] for the [?]

[Verse 71: Earl Sweatshirt]
I wasn't born Bible belt, but my mom had a Bible and belt, yeah
Flow so hard, shit comin' fire melt
What's the clientele I used to be to shine and tell, huh? I had felt
Now I don't give a fuck, 'cause I'm swimmin' and chase like Michael Phelps
I'm home alone, gettin' cheddar, no provolone
Lyrics will crack your brain up and leave you my open dome
Only twenty-three like the count of my chromosomes
I don't wanna dance with you, I think I'll just go alone

[Verse 72: Lil Peep]
I didn't wanna tell you how I feel
Too numb, but the drugs make shit too real
I don't really wanna leave you in the dark
Close my eyes, now I don't know where you are
This shit's not gettin' clearer
I'm someone else
I just looked into the bathroom mirror
Don't see myself

[Verse 73: Lil Pump]
Lil Pump, ooh
Esskeetit!
I might go fuck on yo' bih'
I might go hit me a lick
Diamonds, they all on my wrist
Got diamonds, they all on my bitch, ooh
I might finesse in this bitch, uh
I might finesse in this bitch
I might finesse in this bitch
I might finesse, 'cause I'm rich
Cashin' my checks, 'cause I'm Lil Pump, ooh
I'm Lil Pump, I smoke big blunts, ooh

[Verse 74: Blockboy JB]
I been on my brand new whip shit
Droppin' all hits, I don't miss shit
Had to run it up, caught that fitness
If you diss me, bitch, you gon' get dismissed

[Verse 75: Zias & B Lou]
Wait, I'ma just cop me a rafe
Wait, ok rafe coming from outer space, huh
You be lookin' out of place, huh
I pull up icy Christmas day, yeah
Pull up icy Christmas day, huh
I'ma fuck on your bitch in the face (Yeah)
If you hatin', I'll get you erased
Hannah Naker, know I'm droppin' the tapes
I be droppin' them tapes
Tay-K, I'll do the race
I cannot fuck with no fakes
Wearin' Gucci but don't fuck with no snakes (Yeah)
Can't fuck with no snakes, huh
I just came out early, huh
Your bitches hair be lookin' curly
I might do my dance, Roy Purdy, yeah, huh
Roy Purdy, huh
Bitch be actin' hella dirty, huh
All I smoke is that high grade
Call that EduBirdie (Yeah!)

[Verse 76: RiceGum]
I was broke, now you see me in the hills
Yeah, they said that I was Meek, now I'm steady makin' mills
All designer on me, I can't let it spill, that's for real
Droppin' fire, boy, you know it's not a drill
Jake and Logan, you some corny-ass haters
But I'm here makin' bands, I'm just storin' mad paper
Got a house in the hills, it come with the elevator
Your career goin' down like the wrong escalator, huh
They said I need to chill, that's what that ice do
So why your girl be checkin' everything that Rice do?
She hit me up, I'm like, "Sorry, I don't like you"
I been writin' bangers and you're stuck writin' some haikus
In the hills, yeah, I got a high view
Which makes sense, check my channel, got a lotta high views
Came up from the bottom, I was who they lied to
Now my vids be goin' viral like they got the swine flu

[Verse 77: The Fast White Rapper]
Yo, I've been doin' everything, I'm takin' all my medicine
I'm gettin' so much evidence to get it where you've never been
I'm elegant, developin', I'm gettin' in my element
The etiquette is eminent, I never have to edit it
I don't actually say anything that makes sense
But I'm rappin' it so fast they really think that I'm the best
But then when you take a look at all the lyrics that I rapped
Then you realize this shit ain't even good, it's really trash

[Verse 78: DDG]
DDG throwin' checks on the floor
Droppin' a hit, now they checkin' for more
You makin' the rain, but I'm makin' it pour
You better get your ass out of the door
Twenty on my sneakers, twenty for a feature
She wanna call me baby, I ain't fuckin' with no Bieber
Your bitch, she a eater, they play me on a speaker
You-you pull up in a Honda while I pull up in a Beamer
I book your bitch fly, see me eat it, want a big bite
I'ma pull up in all white, all these haters mad, that's alright
DDG gettin' paper, I'll fuck your bitch later
Can't fuck with no hater, you-you ridin' waves like a sailor

[Verse 79: Scarlxrd]
Everybody wants me to die
I wanna stab myself up in the eye
The devil wants to watch me as I bleed
The angels want my blood, they ain't agreed
I stab myself with a knife
[?]
The world is corrupted with darkness
They wanna [?] on my carcass

[Verse 80: Diss God]
Yeah, went to dinner with our bitch and we hit it off
All these fingers pointed at me, I'ma flip 'em off
And I ain't never dropped a song, only snippets, dog
So many snippets on me you should call me snippet god
I just pulled up in a 'Rari with the new seats
Now they tryna mention me, but sorry, I don't view tweets
Running up the numbers and you're hardly on your two feet
And if it ain't Tee Grizzley, well, I'm sorry, I don't use beats, yeah

[Verse 81: KSI]
I'm a beast, no one will win when I feast
I cannot be beat, Logan, I'll see you down on my feet
I put in work and all you do is tweet
Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah

[Interlude]
Aight, fuck that, I can't do that one, I just can't
Just can't do your voice, bro, how the fuck am I supposed to do this voice?

[Verse 82: The Minecraft Parody Rapper]
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Creepers in my Minecraft
Hah, in my Minecraft
Hah, in my Minecraft
Yeah, in my Minecraft
Woah, huh, hey, huh, yeah

[Verse 83: Bhad Bhabie]
Hey, bitch, hey, bitch
Stop talkin', don't say shit
All you bitches is basic
You basic, I hate it
Diamonds on my chain, huh
You broken out my lane, huh
What the fuck you be sayin'? Huh
I'm the hottest in the game

[Verse 84: Jake Paul]
My name is Jake Paul and you know I never fall
Like I'm playin' basketball, you know I gotta ball
I'm dunkin' on my haters, 'cause you know I'm very tall
I started from the bottom so you know I seen it all, bro
When I'm playin' baseball, I hit it out the ball park
Deji, you a bitch, I'll knock you out and chant "Wall mart, wall mart" You gon' fall hard
Buy my merch, Jake Paulers, we all stars

[Verse 85: Logan Paul]
I'm Logan, I do this for the Mavericks
Buy my merch, if you buy it, then you know you have it
I'm like Santa's Elf, 'cause you know I'm always rappin'
When I finish, everybody cheer, they start clappin'

[Interlude]
Holy shit, I'm never doin' that again

[Verse 86: FlightReacts]
Fuck y'all mothafuckin' feelings, bitch
Y'all ain't shit, y'all ain't shit, y'all ain't shit

[Chorus: J Cole]
Uh, I been waitin' for my whole life
If you been hatin', you might think twice
I'm on my new shit, I'm on my grind
I got the blueprint, it's by my side

[Verse 87: J Cole]
It's by my side, are you down to ride?
I done seen a lot of bullshit comin' down the line
I might treat you like a throw in, you been outta line
But you know I gotta go in 'fore I'm outta time
I got the thoughts and I'm lost in my head
Sometimes I think that I'm already dead
Livin' in hell, I see them wishin' me well
Hope it ain't got to my head
Hope it ain't stop if I got it on lock
If I pop, then they all gonna want me instead
But I heard shots on my block when I walk
In the spot, got me thinkin' they wantin' me dead

[Chorus: J Cole]
Uh, I been waitin' for my whole life
If you been hatin', you might think twice
I'm on my new shit, I'm on my grind
I got the blueprint, it's by my side

[Verse 88: Emo Hip Hop]
So what you doin' again
I just flex up on these bitches, makin' too much bands
Yeah, I thought that you understand
All the lower, thought these forces tryna do what I can (Yeah)

[Verse 89: SOB X RBE]
I got bitches on my dick, they too easy
Better watch your girl, if not, she gon' please me
Margiela on my wrist, I got money, better pipe down
Callin' up your bitch, she be wantin' me to pipe now
Everybody want my spot, better say please
If you see me shootin' in your block, better say cheese

[Verse 90: YG]
I don't wanna fuck with another bitch
Throwin' hunnids at this bitch 'cause she love to strip
I can't spend my blue hunnids, too much blood in them
Fuck Trump, get the fuck outta my government

[Verse 91: Joey Bada$$]
I catch every disease in the world so the world can't have no more diseases, you feel me? (Yeah man, we gotta get chlamydia on these hoes!)
Yeah, man, some gonorrhea, some shit, man (Yeah, for real man!)
It's my, presence - it's lyrical, Pro Era spiritual
Hit you with the knowledge, don't need college for appearance, though
It's, Brooklyn, stop comparing me, there's no more
Money always calling, I need to pick up the phone more

[Verse 92: Migos]
I be trapping, in, outta the bando
She taking them shots like a [?], ooh
I pull up, I pull up in Lambos
Stand up [?], it's a gamble

[Verse 93: Joyner Lucas]
I'm Joyner Lucas, I destroy you losers
I make remixes, fuck my own music
If your beat original, I won't use it
But I rap the fastest, let me go prove it
I'ma murder the mic
And return it after I have burned it into an unobservable sight
And my Uzi is vertical, shootin' you down
Bitch, I cut up the beat with a surgical knife
I got the best lyrics in hip hop, and that's a fact
I control the game, so when I stop my verse, then that's a wrap
I'ma sit your favorite rapper, and then try to have a chat
Then hit him with something unholy on the back of his hat
Ayy! (Oh!)

[Verse 94: Ski Mask the Slump God]
That bitch, she washed up (Washed up!), light it up in a hot tub (Hot tub!)
That girl a Brazilian, and now she Spanish like Diego Costa (Costa!)
Now I stack up this money like potato pancakes and call this shit latkes
Your girl, she be singing, "Ha-ha!", like we at the opera (Opera!)

[Verse 95: 21 Savage]
21 gon' shoot you in your face, yeah
21 gon' put you in your place, yeah

[Verse 96: OG Eminem]
So, hey, it's Em, the girls like, "No way, it's him"
Causing riots in the streets, swear I'm O. J. Simpson
Okay, listen, really hope my cocaine kicks in
Or I'll double it, like white girls and Chipotle chicken

[Verse 97: New Eminem]
Actually, n-nobody really wants to hear that

[Verse 98: Playboi Carti]
What? Heh
What? Hey, yeah, huh
What? Heh
What? Heh, yeah, huh, uh
Diamonds on my neck, uh
Uh, get my check up
Fuckin' on your bit' now
Uh, get my bands up
Oh, yeah, heh, what?
Heh, that bit' on my dick, ooh
Diamonds on my neck, ooh
Diamonds on my wrist, ooh
I might fuck your bit', ooh

[Verse 99: JAY-Z]
You gotta buy a garage before you buy a car
Yeah, some stocks and bonds so you can buy a farm
Then you grow a crop and sell it for a higher bargain
And reinvest the farm money into buying some finer arts
Man, this life ain't guaranteed, what if I die tomorrow?
I don't know, all I know is that you gotta go
Back to the bank to try and get a loan, yeah!
And then they call you on your cellular phone, ha!

[Verse 100: Quadeca]
These are the easiest to write but the hardest to sing
Got everything I'd ever need, I can't be wanting a thing
But to be honest, I could really use that car or a ring
And I've got some clout, but I can't stop 'til I'm a star or a king
I want my mom to know I've got a stable job, but I think
That I'm underwater with these expectations watching me sink
Can't escape it in their eyes, it's like they're watching me blink
But I don't know how many dollars that this song's gonna bring
I wish my numbers were a bit bigger
I wish my girl was just a bit thicker, I wish that I was just a bit richer
Short cut, a bit quicker
You only look at photos on a iPhone, like how could you see a big picture?