[Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator]

How many fags can a lightbulb screw?

Well, if it has a dick, maybe two or six

And tell the NRA I'm ’bout to lose my shit

And shoot through Wayne LaPierre's hair with a crucifix

How many ladies in the house?

How many ladies in the house without a rich nigga, huh?

[Verse 2: Bennett Melt]

Bro's nipples look like skittles, and your body’s scrawny

You're built like the titan that's behind Connie

I've never met someone with a bigger ego

You're built like DJ Khalid's Cappuccino

You don't take losing very well

You're slow like an old laptop, call that shit dell

That face you make, you gotta keep that shit down, boy

You literally look like the IT clown

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]

Dreams of livin’ life like rappers do (Like rappers do, like rappers do)

Bump that new E-40 after school (Way after school, way after school)

You know, "Big Ballin’ With My Homies" (My homies)

Earl Stevens had us thinkin' rational (Thinkin’ rational, that's rational)

Back to reality, we poor, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish)

Another casualty at war, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish)

Two bullets in my Uncle Tony head (My Tony head, my Tony head)

He said one day I'll be on tour, ya bish (Ya bish, ya bish)

[Verse 4: Travis Scott]

(Woo) Made this here with all the ice on in the booth

At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose

Yeah, Jump Out boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin’ out coupes

This shit way too big, when we pull up, give me the loot (Gimme the loot!)

Was off the Remy, had a Papoose

Had to hit my old town to duck the news

Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves

Now it's 4 a.m. and I'm back up poppin' with the crew

[Verse 5: Joe Sizl]

Swift's sister on my schlong

She eat it up for dinner (Damn)

Wipe her face with hundreds

She know I am a winner (Slatt)

Swift's mom country girl

She know how to shuck corn (Gra)

When she rides my John Deere

You know she want to make

[Verse 6: Playboi Carti]

In New York I Milly Rock (Rock)

Hide it in my sock (Sock)

Runnin' from an opp (Opp)

And I shoot at opp (Opp), uh, uh (What?)

And I'm on the block (What?), uh, uh (What? What?)

And I'm on the block (What?)

[Verse 7: Drake]

I been movin' calm, don't start no trouble with me

Tryna keep it peaceful is a struggle for me

Don't pull up at 6 a.m. to cuddle with me

You know how I like it when you lovin' on me

I don't wanna die for them to miss me

Yes, I see the things that they wishin' on me

Hope I got some brothers that outlive me

They gon' tell the story, shit was different with me

[Verse 8: Mario Judah]

I'm a big dog, big bear, nigga, I'm a lion

I'm the predator of the prey that is hiding

Oh my, oh my, I have found you, nigga

Don't you run from me, lil' nigga

You are not fast enough

You are not brave enough

You are out of luck

Now it's time for you to die very rough

[Verse 9: Makane Bazerk]

YouTube, we finna carry this shit

Our lats so big, Melt's mom wants a hit (Call me)

Family Friendly fans turning Joseph on (on)

Won fuck a fan, give me Melt's mom

[Verse 10: Future]

Stickin' to the code, all these hoes for the streets

I put it in her nose, it's gon' make her pussy leak

Pussy niggas told, ain't gon' wake up out they sleep

You can't hear that switch, but you can hear them niggas scream

All my hoes do shrooms, nigga, all my hoes do coke

Twenty-carat ring, I put my fingers down her throat (Uh, uh, uh)

If I lose a carat, she might choke (Uh, uh, uh)

I know she gon' swallow, she a GOAT (Uh, uh, uh)

[Verse 11: Nathan Swift]

Yeah, Melt's gonna marry Sizl's sister tonight

They're gonna become a family and Sizl might fight

But that's okay, he's like 5'8 anyway (Yeah)

[Verse 12: KSI]

I'm in my prime, but this ain't even final form

They knocked me down, but still, my feet, they find the floor

I went from living rooms straight out to sold-out tours

Life's a fight, but trust, I'm ready for the war

From the screen to the ring, to the pen, to the king

Where's my crown? That's my bling, always drama when I ring

See, I believe that if I see it in my heart

Smash through the ceiling 'cause I'm reaching for the stars

[Verse 13: Trippie Redd]

Highway to heaven, I'm just cruisin' by my lone'

They cast me out, left me for dead, them people cold

My faith in God, mind in the sun, I'm 'bout to sow (Yeah)

My life is hard, I took the wheel, I cracked the code (Yeah-yeah, woah-oh-oh)

Ain't nobody gon' save you, man, this life will break you (Yeah, woah-oh-oh)

In the thick of it, this is how the story goes

[Verse 14: KingSammelot]

I went down to the local McDonalds

But they didn't have any Jazzy Juice

I sat down crying with my dog

But we continued on

I ran 50 miles

They all told me you'll never find it

The only thing you'll find is a knuckle sandwich

So, I asked my friends, and I asked my wall

Where is Jazzy Juice?

[Verse 15: Mazz Tom]

Ain't gonna let it get to me, I'm just gonna creep

Down in Pumpkin Hill I gotta find my lost piece

Yeah I know it's here, I sense it in my feet

The Great Emerald's power allows me to feel

Though I can't see a thing, but I know it's around somewhere

Gonna hold my head cause I have no fear

This probably sounds crazy, crazy, a graveyard theory

A ghost tried to approach me, he got leery

[Verse 16: Logan Thirtyacre]

Tito come outside right now, right now

Go ahead take a bow, take a bow

Okay now turn around, turn around

Don't make a sound, don't make a sound

Circles are round!

Circles are round, circles are round, Ay!

Circles are round, circles are round, circles are round, Ay!

Circus around, circus around, circus around, Ay!

Stop clownin' around, stop clownin' around, stop clownin' around, Ay!

Now eats some hay eat some hay, Ay!

B, C, D, E, F, G, Ay!

Okay let's play! Let's play, let's play!

Want these french fries? I don't think so!

Have bad gas? Bean burrito!

Look down there? Spilt some Cheetos!

Who's outside? Yo that's Tito!

[Verse 17: Kwite]

My voice soothin' like white noise could snooze to it for the ambiance

Grey morality's fun to me, I laugh at r/ambien

But grave reality underneath turned my worldview cantankerous

Can't take a risk, been to choppin' block enough, never stick my neck out again

I talk like I live in opulence, but all my friends

Know I posture my positioning, Imposter syndrome kickin' in

I'd never recommend gamblin', installin' CS just for skins

But I'll still bet six figures, rich hypocrite

Big money in the pot, dice, kettle's rollin' 'em

I don't wear jewelry, got kosmemophobia

Need to roll a wood for just a chance in hell to roll with punches

Shouldn't go in public, Like the yanks with Cambodia

I'm Ho Chi Minh the way my entrails is trailin' out

OB-GYN menstrual cycle, how I'm bleedin' out

Won't see me with friends, scared to try and even leave the house

Body stained the floor, all of my holes've crimson leakin' out (Corpse)

[Verse 18: Danny Gonzalez]

Every Christmas, I'm a very good boy

I put out milk and cookies for this guy to enjoy

But Santa never brings the right toy

I felt like giving up on all this holiday joy

But if you've seen "The Santa Clause," you know (You know)

You become Santa if you put on Santa's coat (Oh-oh-oh)

You can kill him, leave him dead up in the snow (Oh)

The elves don't even care about you murdering their bro

And so

[Verse 19: jmancurly]

Chasin' the bag and I'm lettin' it stack

Gorilla Tag you know I don't lack

Put on the headset, Reality Virtual

On monkey tag and the bag is collateral

C-C-Cold like the caves, shine bright like them too

Any day any time, I pick me over you

I got too many problems there's to much to do

I'm taking his rocks and I'm tagging him too

(Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)

117, I'm a demon, brain always working you know I stay scheming

The games that I chose, why you needing my toes

I be taking theses checks like I'm thieving

I go monkey mode, I'm taggin' my bros

The best is what you're perceiving

[Verse 20: Ray William Johnson]

I'ma shoot straight for the stars in my rocket

No time on the clock, I'm gonna stop it

Kryptonite in my pocket for all the cynical Supermen Surrounding me, crowding me, shrouding me with doubt

They don't know how to be proud of me!

'Cause, one day, I'm gonna run this town

And when I seize the crown, it's gonna please the crowd

My hands and feet were bound to the ground, at least 'til now

Because this job is like a prison, but the beast is out (rah!)

I'm not just chasing these dreams

I'm hiding out in the bushes, and then I wait 'til they leave

And jump out and pistol whip 'em with my loaded ambition

I'm not gonna front, I'm Ethan Hunt on this impossible mission

Listen, this ain't a game of Risk in the kitchen

I'm Stewie Griffin in this bitch, and I just flipped the ignition

On a clique of robotic ninjas programmed to kick my competition

In the face; I swear to God one day I'll run this place

[Verse 21: Lil Nas X]

Ayy, Panini, don't you be a meanie

Thought you wanted me to go up

Why you tryna keep me teeny? I

It's a dream, he wished it on a genie

I got fans finally, ain't you wanting them to see me? I

I thought you want this for my life, for my life

Said you wanted to see me thrive, you lied

[Verse 22: IShowSpeed]

Arf, arf, arf, arf (Uh, ayy)

Hell nah, man, let's get right

Got Portugal with the come with the nightlight

Mexico, we come with the right

Italy, yeah, we come with right, like

Cameroon, we came with the pipe (Uh, ayy)

Mexico, we come in right, like

World Cup time, fight t-'til we die

We up-up in the field, we finna hit 'til we die

Kick t-'til we die, hunt until we die

Headers until we die and like hattricks, we finna try

Hey, hold on, who finna win? Twenty-two, we on the ban'

World Cup and that Q-tar, you know we hoppin' on the jet, hah

Mexico, we up in there, got a lil'— for my fans, like

Hell nah, we in this dance, hah, arf

I like to play football

If Ronaldo finna win, we gon' get hit it like it's tofall

Argentinia, man, what's up? Messi, he finna what?

Messi, you what to what? Messi, you 'bout to huh, huh?

[Verse 23: Yuno Miles]

Shoutout Martin Luther King, that nigga had a dre-e-e-e-e-e-e-eam

Fuck do you me-e-e-e-e-e-ean?

That nigga had a dre-e-e-e-e-e-e-eam

Martin Luther Ki-i-i-ing

Ayy, Martin Luther King, shoutout to big bro

If it weren't for big bro, I wouldn't be rapping, though

If it weren't for him, I wouldn't even be here rapping this shit

Trapping this shit, stealing shit from my family and shit

[Verse 24: Kai Cenat]

Bustdown Rollie, avalanche

Yeah, my old bitch average

This my first time rappin' and

I might go retarded, shit

Bentley coupe, I'm dashin' it

Stand on my money, I'm tall as shit

Told 'em, "Don't you doubt the kid"

Told 'em, "Don't you doubt the kid"

[Verse 25: slingmingo]

The deed is done

I drank an eight ball of coke

And now I'm wretched and broke

As I stare into the endless aethos

I slap my diaper with woe, oh

[Verse 26: A.J. & Big Justice]

We bring the boom, that's what we do

We bring the boom, we bring the boom to you

We bring the boom, we bring the boom to everyone

We bring the boom, your favorite father and son

[Verse 27: Kanye West]

And I'm back on my grind

A psychic read my lifeline, told me in my lifetime

My name would help light up the Chicago skyline

And that's why I'm (And I wonder)

Seven o'clock, that's primetime

Heaven'll watch, God callin' from the hotlines

Why he keep givin' me hot lines?

I'm a star, how could I not shine? (And I wonder)

[Verse 28: Mammott]

Bum

Bum, bum

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[Verse 29: Hodgy]

I tumble-crush on hussy sluts, give money up then nutty-butt

Professor, Nutty, Buddy Klump gets petty when you touch his lunch

Like, what the fuck? I'm drunk as fuck, turn the fuckin' music up

So I can't hear these stupid fucks, talk-no-walk, let you discuss

You're talking too much, who the fuck are you to us? Uterus

I put that on my pubes and nuts if I don't begin moving up

I'm shooting up (Brrt), you and her crew on turf, new desert

I can see the bitch in a nigga through his shirt

[Verse 30: Fetty Wap]

RGF productions

Remy Boyz, yah-ah

1738, ayy

I'm like "Hey, what's up? Hello" (Ayy)

Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door

I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll

Married to the money, introduced her to my stove

Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low

She my trap queen, let her hit the bando

We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go

We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos

At 56 a gram, 5 a hundred grams though

Man, I swear I love her, how she work the damn pole

Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go

Everybody hatin', we just call them fans, though

In love with the money, I ain't never lettin' go

[Outro: Fetty Wap]

And I get high with my baby