[Verse Renegade: KUZGUN]
Man, I want to live on one train
But I'd rather renegade this song
INTELLECTUAL! LUPE FIASCO!

[Verse 1: ZorroTheSwordsman]
It’s one train with the training wheels
N***as making ‘rate my verse threads’ as if it’s raining deals
I am Simba with the trans fats
Wipe my ass with the cradle of the swans neck
Just cummin' on the beat work the mic good
I won’t have my bukkake and eat it too but a dyke would
Prone to stall but I’m still the little emcee that could
Wrote the verse in the comment section, yeah I’m just that good
I should've had the verse after Big KRIT
But A$AP said they could only fit so many stars into one clip
Versatile, ich spriche Deutsch gut
Heil Hitler, das ist mir auf ein Zug

[Verse 2: JFKray]
Yeah we tryna claim the game
Every second and minute a hustle to bring fame
We on the offensive we on the attack
But the fucking government all over our backs
Standing up for nothing im a fucking charon
But that makes me noble when all it is barren?
You want fucking war well now its fucking on
Angelic beat apply heat and now we in mons
Retreat and speak I hear your bars are weak
7 digits in seven days now you can critique
To make that bread first need to get wheat
I drop bombs and then flame the streets
We’re troops platoons for these tunes
Rap legends around me like i have 3 moons
Yeah we out in space
But still do it big enough to fill this whole place
[Verse 3: LaFlamesAdvocate]
Obituaries,official warrants, ambulance and police are clearing
The a-rea filtered,with dreams and guilt trips
Welcome, through the toothcomb, of ghetto gospel
Russian roullete,is you really ready to die for?
The city lights,as we take you on a guide through
The devils den, and every single sin we apply to
Every teardrop or kid locked in sight of the drawns view
Welcome to the life accostumed,to sunday services and costumes
Burglar services, and tubes ,knitted to preachers,who elevate spirits to higher roofs
Theres no more plot synopsis, cops and kids around the block
Just jog and live a different (ball)park
Kids are surrounded by,violence till the after hours
Am i allowed to loud a mouth, or rap about a different thought
Cause acting jiggy with it,in Paris with bitches,liver damaged
Diamonds flashing, eiffel tower crashing
All the stories, over poured , with artificial banter
Either pass the blunt or tilt your canvas

[Verse 4: CannonFire]
Bars Bars I have none
Ducks say quack quack when they float along
Splish, splash, a goose flew past
Rabbits run fast as they pass through the long grass

[Verse 5: LetterToTheKing]
Keep it pimping, keep it pimping
Deep in here, get em limping
Get the fire squad in and out the children
My hoes and mixtape in the builing
Stacking big paper, gates' CD’s
Nuts getting whisked with ease
Please, seize upwards your pants
Your pecans getting scanned
Murkrow used foul play, youre getting scammed
I’d murk deathrow in ‘93 if it wasn't for the fans
No, I’d murk Suge with a negative karma ball
Before they fill me with sedative and harm a wall
I only do math after respect has been granted
I only start the verse with “i” when I feel hella average
Wanna battlerhyme? Lets, but dont touch my cabbage
Wanna intertwine? Yes, but flush the fetus. Savage
[Verse 6: $tankyboy]
Softer than a cabbage patch
Growin' in a habitat a savage rat
Stabbin' cats chokin' on his battle ax
Classy?
No, drastic, Elastic sarcastic
In time from the Jurassic
Too neo classic, yo, your tragic passive, Non-scholastic ass
Put on your glasses, we move masses, these rapscallion raps Rep magic in the grass
Oh, orange and silver?
While you forage in florence for an orange, once more ,what for?, life's boring so we throws her body in a foreign gorge
Gorging more than George when he's curious about this stanza, Minefield in Seinfeld exploding like Costanza
That's how we kill her, As I pilfer her silver
Constructing battle raps faster than Bob the Builder, this
Rigorous deliverance dispels the simplest of ignorance, fire so hot melt through dreams like I'm fucking Icarus
So stay back with the propaganda as a hindrance
Only hacks push random slander, what a convenience in this instance, Interests have no limits as a distant remembrance
Takes perseverance, That's brilliant, Influence
Bitch, sit down, thou muthafucking liest
I am the highest righteous nicest stylist that gets arthritis when the pen hits
Misguided by vengeance, decided to fight
For Sin, Forcing, For-skin
That depends on where the syringe hits with endorphins
Choppin' heads from immortals morphing
Quartz in succession
Diamond emerald complexion, composition
Wartz, when infection sets in
Getting weaker, seeing patterns. geometric shaped atoms Creates matter, What's the matter?, Going madder?
Head for the lights, Get right, no fight, put this in your pipe
Life's like an empty pocket
Police popes, and them politicians begging for a profit
About me? I'm your
Typical, Mythical, Fictional, Radical, Spiritual, Miracle, Lyrics, Infallible, Clinically cynical, Sucking heated needed chemicals
Weak and conceited gnawing on your cuticles, weekend working broken beacons in a cubicle, rippin'
Rancid ridicules, saluting pious generals, passive piety is pitiful
Generous giants jockin' genitive genitals grabbin' machine attackin' seminal minerals or scarin' and barrin' the buckin' criminals. like sucking and fuckin a homosexual
Only its hypothetical
Accepting professional credible ethical medical questions on how to turn a fruit into a vegetable
Spare some vodka, the soviets will rush in
Putin putting pudding in his butt eluding
To loose garbage in his muthafucking gut
A metaphor for we don't give a fuck
I got at least a thousand more new rapping assholes to rip
This ain't boyz in the hood, this is, tales from the crypt, so
Take another sip like you should
Laser dot on the forehead means you
Are done for good
[Verse 7: NondescriptWhiteRapFan1]
The guy before me wrote 100 lines
LA Beast couldn't drink 100 limes
Bill Cosby's guilty of 100 crimes
Yeah I know I can't rap, you told me 100 times

[Verse 8: NewWorldPreem]
Barely even breathing, I'm a walking contradiction
Peeping these other rapper’s verses, they so often onto fiction
Hoes copping compositions, for the dough, yo, I'm on a mission
Splitting shit, the fission of any actor that ain't apt to listen
And when it happens keep complaining that it’s raining-
Bullets, bursting through the barrel, yo, the shit is staining
Bodies keep falling on the floor, fuck it
Keep following and it’s a hollow when I'm firing
Never heard the sirens, it’s absurd, the shots keep flying in
I never admired them, that’s why I decided that they dying then

[Verse 9: ChamKoopa]
Yo, I have a dream that one day
I'mma make it out of this “what is wrong?”- state
Fuck all of this and get signed by Dre or Kanye
Right now, I’m hungry as fuck, so I come straight
At everybody, who just wants fame, wants cake
And eat it too, without work, pretend it’s sunday
I’m a perfectionist, making sure the drum’s great
Y'all just having no jobs, hoping it’s gon' pay
Like Triple giving blowjobs just to get some mon-ey
Tell that bitch to better not leave any cum stains
Acting like I’m irrelevant, but I’ve come t' stay
No more runnin away, cause my career's on a runway
Taking off – soon I’ll be at sun’s height
Started from the bottom, now I’m on some plane
Ain’t no turning back now, there’s only one way
And that’s why I’m on a track called “One Train”

[Verse 10: Casey Anthony]
Better scratch me when I feel that itch (why?)
Cause I'm Casey Anthony
Bitch
Doin' my taxes at the fuckin Amscot
Widely misunderstood
I party every night
But I'm white bitch from the fuckin suburbs
L
I'm a dumbass wasting money on funds
And the news always shows me some motherfuckin hate
They just jealous when they see my life and know they can't relate
I'm a murderer on this track and in real life
None of you fuckbois are gangstas as long as I'm still alive
How'd I make it off the hook? I promised the jury my pussy
This ain't even my career and I'm already top 5
Should've thought twice before yall decided to overlook me

[Verse 11: Shooter (Mister) Starz]
Shooter Starz spaz and spits bars
Like the world's never seen
Been a feind
You've been a hater 'fore Yonce had albino alligators
Catch you later
For hatin' or contemplating my downfall
I'll always bounce back like roundball
If life was a town you'd be the first floor
To the townhall
I'm so very
Popular and educated I'd be all the churches and library
Finna kill the game, but I write rhymes not obituaries
It gets a little scary being at the top
'Cuz so many people wanna see you drop
But Shooter so hard, BAM POW, oh wow
I can add onomatopoeias to my rhymes with ease
Bitch please, You'll never be the world's greatest rapper
That's me, if you hate me
You could blow me slowly homie
I get pussy that sounds like mixin' macaroni
All my clothes would look stupid on ya
The rap games's by my

Side like Appolonia
All the crap I told ya
Bout being the best rapper of all time
Is all true I told you
Shooter got the illest mind
Thats' why the throne'll soon be mine
(Singing Off!)

[Verse 12: Jimmy-the-Ray]
I break these chains, disregard the growin' pains
Here to dominate the whole game
Fuck with me, you ain’t going to be the first n***a I maim
N***a this is my fucking lane!
Back! The! Fuck! Up!
Steppin' up?, now that’d be a fuck-up
You better off, just complimenting and being a suck-up
Like I'll kill you last
This whole trip is a blast
From the past
Before i was tripping, Codeine slipping
I’ll get you served, but I ain’t tipping
Ain’t nobody trusting you, you team flipping
Rolling up, in your block in my mean whip an’
Rolling one, I ain’t backing out or folding up
N***a step to me, I'll blow this fucking whole building up

[[Verse 13: BohemianComedian]]
I got a big ass dick
She got a big ass clit
I told her I got clamidia (don't know how to fucking spell)
She said take me to the movies
Instead I chopped off her boobies
She smelled spoiled milk
I smelled boiled silk
Uh. Bout to get hella rap fame
Uh. Bout to get a rap name
I think I'll called myself the n***a tho
Cause I'm the n***a tho
If your white you can't say n***a tho
If your Asian you aren't really a n***a tho
N***a tho
Figaro
Fuck tha opps