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[Verse 1: Rocky]
Feeling like a vigilante or a
Tell my A$AP killers get they pistols
'em to the cemetary with obituaries
Don't be scared, nigga, is you
I've been 'bout all the O's in my bank account
X the O's in my bed is the same amount
Ever since this new star fame came
Or since me and Drizzy started hangin' out
Young boy, let his gun bang, let his hang
Transition to a from a Mustang
Drugs slang in the drug game with the
(I know one thing) Anything is better than that 1
Bag of Goyard, cheffin' like I'm Boyar-
Dee, probably D in your local courtyard
like I'm O-Dog, my la familia go hard
Down to my inlaws, outlaws with no laws
2: Kendrick Lamar]
We outlawed then I bogart, any pros that got at
With a toe-tag, get broke off, in the with a skateboard
I past and I blaze y'all like, "DOO DOO!" I hate y'all
When the beef cooked, I ate y'all like, "Mmm mmm," play ball
In a ballpark with all and a blindfold, I rhyme cold
My K hot, your 9 cold, that like K9 drone
That clip, straight from the rip
make that shirt say RIP, I'm on some shit
If I'm not the hottest then Hell must've froze
You thought it was safe then what the code was
I carry traits of a soldier
Don't look in my face, I might snap, I might ya
Spine out of place, give me dap like you 'posed ta
Darts at your posters, dark nights this
I metamorph like I'm 'posed ta, I might my wrist
Or pretend a vulture and drop off this cliff
[Verse 3: Bada$$]
Barely even conscious, talking to my
Gettin' deeper in flows like conches
I'm on my convict, don't drop bars, I drop
sell rocks seen the spectrum through the prisms
Somehow the bias and the -isms
The violence and the killin', so
They seen my and thought that was the ign'ance
Unfortunately I am not that of niglet
But the pot let me skillet
Just got back to the block from a 6 o'clock Jigga
And I'm thinkin' signin' to the Roc
But my niggas on the still assigned to the rocks
And I swear it hurt me
I try to prevail, but I preach it only hurt their sales
Like you're gon' end up either dead or in jail
But you my nigga, wish you the best for
4: Yelawolf]
When you mention my name amongst white rappers
Or for that matter, any rapper, fuck it
Painter, skater, musician, trailer park dirt ditch
flippin', eat, sleep, shittin' human bein', you would be in
Trouble to body double or couple me to these
Cause speakin', my reach is beyond the bubble
they put me in, my vision's beyond the Hubble's
I huddle with Nubians, new again
You in school at 10, late, Radioactive's gold
And so? GREAT. Do I a flying duck
If I'm applyin' to my rhymin' plus alignin' us?
Alabama's climbin' up, wait, no I don't a
duck, nothing but a buckshot, Ch, pow!
Motherfuck your life, pussy blood
Ain't been no rapper this cold since 2Pac was froze
And thawed out for spot date at a show, Yelawolf
[Verse 5: Danny
Weed a different color like a hoodrat bra and
And my flow be overhead pots and pans in pantries
Antsy cause I'm high Michael Jackson penny loafers
Moonwalkin' on the sun, barefoot, with on
Bitch smell like a penguin
hit that shit with my worst enemy's penis
Bitch I say this I mean this: "Ho, I'm the meanest"
Dick so big, stretch from Earth to
That got me nauseous, on shit, no off switch
Lawless, obnoxious, on that "suck my cock"
That is my synopsis, pot shit
on some God shit, stop it! You not this!
Novice, regardless, and awkward
Cryin' of vodka prima donna at the concert
Adonis smokin' 'bout to vomit gin and tonic
Just honest, tell me, isn't that ironic?
6: Action Bronson]
Swiftly, I the Bimmer 860
A heavy so you know I brought the Blake with me
The moon's reflection off the hit me
You should've with me
Now many Asian bitches lay me
The face is silky a tablecloth
My shorty gallop in the morning on the beach a Chilean horse
Red drop on boxes very often
Confetti torture, drinking like I'm Kenny Lofton

I fixed the between Georgia Southern and Grambling
You see us scrambling, Susan Sarandon
The of smoke like the phantom
Damn this tastes like fantastic
You see me through in each state
Just so the lord could put the inside the cheesecake
Cuffed to my wrist I've got the
The slam, I'm a free man, try not to eat ham
7: Big K.R.I.T.]
Big KRIT,
Spit like my breath: casket rap, six deep
Eyes closed, the black is back, out come the 'Lac flats
After that, I can't pronounce, like, "How you ask for that?"
Why you ask for and all you had was scratch?
All I had was rap, all they had was wack
All I wanted was love, all had was dap
Fuck them haters and fuck them hoes and cherish wins
The aftermath, ask LeBron, open palm a bitch
the plank or break a bank, I've been in the business of sinkin' ships
Chokin' niggas out with the that they anchor with
Resuscitations cost the label, I'm taxing if you a hit
Clear, fuck career, bitch, I was born here
Been a killer, '86er, nigga, my born year
Get the fuck from 'round here, that's just my country
Suckin' on your momma's titty, bitchin' I was choppin' blade
Grippin' grain, fuckin' hoes, candy paint like
Miss me with that rapper chatter, take that shit up with my
I put on my sub, how could you ever doubt me?
Most rappers hoping the end so they won't have to drop another album
B.B. saw the king in me, so why can't you?
In to come up close, you'll have to dig up Cash and Elvis, too
Muddy water flow, rebel past
Fuck your Louis flag, popping tags on your wifey's ass
That's out of line, but in color?
I'm more like Miya Bailey on you rap motherfuckers, a artist