[Verse 1 - Nas] (Style #1)
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 its justified its 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 its 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 its justified its 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
[Verse 2] (Style #2 - Tech N9ne)
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

[Verse 3] (Style #2 - Tech N9ne)
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)

[Verse 4] (Style #2 - Tech N9ne)
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)
[Verse 5] (Style #3 - Token)
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 wits and then begin the cleansing

[Verse 6] (Style #4 - Snoop Dogg)
When I step into the booth you know its 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

[Verse 7] (Style #5 - Biggie)
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
[Verse 8] (Style #6 - Lil Pump)
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

[Verse 9] (Style #7 - Ski Mask)
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

[Verse 10] (Style #8 - Smoke Purp)
That bitch was a big hoe
She only wanted money
You better check your wallet
She stole it your jacket

[Verse 11] (Style #9 - 6ix9ine)
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

[Verse 12] (Style #10 - XXXTentacion)
Fuck on me, look at me
Fuck on me, look at me
Fuck on me, look at me
Fuck on me, yeah, ay

[Verse 13] (Style #10 - XXXTentacion)
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

[Verse 14] (Style #11 - Nicki Minaj)
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

[Verse 15] (Style #12 - Drake)
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

[Verse 16] (Style #13 - Joyner Lucas)
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)

[Verse 17] (Style #14 - Quadeca)
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

[Verse 18] (Style #15 - Crypt)
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