Crypt - 15 Styles Of Rapping lyrics

I'ma tell you a story at the
End is where is begins
Two men walkin' down the street with
Pistols gripped to their hands
Murder on their mind it's justified it's
Not seen as a sin
They've been through too much stuff and
They're tired of this shit
They grew up rough sellin' drugs so
Their family could have a home
Their dad was a dead beat that
Spent the money on designer clothes
His favorite was the purple jacket
Cause the buttons were chrome
His gluttony left them stuck with the Bills
They had to get a loan
So they chose to go to the end
Of the road and meet with those
Who had cash to give them but they
Know they'd have to cap a victim
But their little brothers and sisters
Are missing out on dinners
They'll do whatever it takes to
Make the hunger diminished
They sit down in the back of
A house clouded with smoke
"You'll get a couple G's if you
Kill this bitch" they were told
He owes us a lot of money and
Now it's his time to go so they asked him
What's the man look like? We need to know"
They started to sweat just thinkin'
About what they proposed
Are they really about to
Take someone else's soul?
The man stood up and lit a blunt
And then he took a toke
Walked to the end of the room
And looked out of his window
There that bitch is right there just
Out there takin' a stroll
They looked at each other and froze
But got up really slow
"Which one is he man? The short one
Or the one with the fro?"
He said "Its the one in the
Purple jacket whose buttons are chrome"
So I told you a story where
It began was the end
Two men walkin' down the street with
Pistols gripped to their hands
Murder on their mind it's justified it's
Not seen as a sin
They've been through too much stuff and
They're tired of this shit
They grew up rough sellin' drugs so
Their family could have a home
Their dad was a dead beat that
Spent the money on designer clothes
His favorite was the purple jacket
Cause the buttons were chrome
His gluttony left them stuck with the bills
So Daddy had to go

Don't take shots at me I'm rockin'
At the top like a prophecy pop at me I got a
Glossary bigger than Socrates
The properties I possess leave you in
A mess like a Mockery i can see how I have a
Monopoly I'm an anomaly probably
Hotter than my commodities when
I hit the lottery
Obviously the quantities enough
To end poverty
Honestly but fuck it like sodomy I'ma
Be blowin' that shit like
Your Bitch when she out here
Givin' top to me (chuah)
I been the hottest on the scene
For the last 20 years (chuah)
A thousand different labels always in my ear
(chuah) they want me to headline 'em
But I'm steering clear (chuah)
When you hearin' tech's name
Better run in fear

Stop I'm the lyrical boss you can't hang
(chuah) raw with the quizzical thoughts
In strange brain (chuah)
So maintain your distance when I
Spit this acidic quickness
I'm livid at the gimick's that
The game has been permitting (chuah)

It's awful we all know
But we still let it to make it
To the top of the charts so
It's time to bury them like
They a rotten tomato
And take a look at the game
And get some thoughtful remodel
I wanna make sure they're nothing
But a novelty fossil
People underestimate me but I'm
Hot with the throttle
I'll chop in the shop and I
Spit the gospel like an apostle
That Tech is the greatest and he's
A God so that's Lawful (chuah)

I'm a better rapper than half
Of you on this list
Dewey from Malcolm in the
Middle spitting it quick
If you do not like it
Here's my middle finger flip
Switching up my flow just to show
You that I'm the shit
Don't pretend that you don't
Know my names ascending
I'm inventing new ways just
To keep offending when
The sensitive Kids put in their ten cents
I present my wit's and
Then begin the cleansing

When I step into the booth you
Know it's something to see
It's the S-N double OP D-O double G
Representing' all the gangsters from
Across the world
Drinkin' and gin juice feelin' loose
So come here girl

What's your name what's your sign can
I hit it from behind
You can have my babies baby
Cause you so damn fine
I chose that line to rope you
In and make you mine
Don't take your time cause I got
Hoes that know I don't lie
If you say no I'll rope a dope
And tell you open your mind
You got the king of Brooklyn lookin'
At you dead in your eyes
Don't make me beg or regret ever
Letting you into my life
I promise that I will take care
Of you every day and night
You'd be my queen livin' in Queens
And I'd be your king
And baby I know that we
Would live together happily
We'd have to see maybe yes
Maybe no who knows
But we both know we'll never
Know if you say no

Look on my neck it's iced
Look on my wrist it's iced
Look on my teeth it's iced
Look on my ice it's iced
Ice ice ice ice ice ice ice ooh ooh
Ice ice ice ice ice ice ice ooh ooh
Lil Pump is the richest
Lil Pump got them bitches
Lil Pump got that ice
And you know it's nice
Ice ice ice ice ice ice ice ooh ooh
Ice ice ice ice ice ice ice ooh ooh

Lil bitch fuck on your mommy
She havin' a baby just to get on Maury
I'm sorry I'm not the baby daddy
I am not the pappy but
I'll gladly play Atari
Firmly grasp it like my name was Patrick
With the spatula flippin' some patties
Some patties
Barnical boy cannot stop me I'm visiting
Sandy and those cheeks I'm clapping
I'm clapping
Off in the pussy and I'm gonna be busting
My vision is blurry she
Must've give me something
I didn't drink a single drop but
I feel like I'm buzzing
Then she whipped out my dick and
She tried to start humping

That bitch was a big hoe
She only wanted money
You better check your wallet
She stole it your jacket

Treyway blicky got that stiffy uh
Licky on my dicky uh nicki left a hickey uh
What else rhymes with icky uh
Rickey gives a quickie uh
Disney fuck with mickey uh
Slip my dick in quickly uh

Fuck on me, look at me
Fuck on me, look at me
Fuck on me, look at me fuck on me, yeah, ay

You done fucked up you done fucked up
You done fucked up you done fucked up
Momma raised a soldier not a
Bitch, not a bitch, yuh
Momma raised a soldier not a
Bitch, not a bitch, yuh
You done fucked up you done fucked up
Fuck on me, look at me you done fucked up

I'm the queen of New York
With some bomb ass pussy
All these little rappers tryna
Get with this pussy
Juice Wrld can't have it have he
Don't get none of this pussy
He a pussy and no pussy can
Get some of this pussy

Why you always rappin' bout
That pussy though
Get with me I'll put it in designer clothes
Pussy dressed in Gucci that's
From head to toe
You the best I ever had and that's fo sho

Why y'all bitches wiggidy wiggidy wack
Get it again in the back
With a umbilical patch
Jump in the middle of the track
None of y'all bitches can act
So y'all bitches are packed
Come and get it again
Fuckin' a bitch in the whip
Give me your moment to fall
I'm gonna fit in the car
I can do better than yours
I can be ready to brawl
I can be shattered and all
Nobody want to be hard
Better be ready for war
Tell me who ready for more (Joyner)

This is the verse that Quadeca was
Supposed to do for his part
But I've yet to hear back from him
He's a pretty busy guy on to the next one

So it's time to sit back, relax
And spit some facts on this
I'm gaining traction from ripping up
Tracks and riffs I'm passionate
I'm the shit like flatulence fasten in the
Bafflement that you have is enacted
By the lack of cells in
Your brain I'll fracture it
And attack any men that act like
They can rap like this bitch
That's blasphemous like Catholics with kids
Give back ya sacraments
Witness this havoc I rip is savage and
Quick I laugh at your shit
The madness I give on the track
Makes it a classic hit
You're inadequate and bad at this
Like a cactus stick in ya ass when you sit
The damage I give'll make ya
Bandage the shit quick
The antithesis of a man is what you is
I'll slit your canthuses with a pen
I press against the canvas when it's written
I'm candid when I land a diss against
Any man that steps in I'm manic
With these antics make ya panic
And vanish into thin wind
Leave you stranded in fantasy lands
Where you're granted your wish
Where you're handed your shit that you
Demanded time to dismantle it, bitch