27 Styles of Rapping

Lyrics

[Style 1: Old-School Rap] I straight rock to the rhythm, got the audience clappin' Gonna utilize twenty-seven styles of rappin' Other people may have tried a video like this But you know my shit is phatter and they all gettin' dissed Oh yes, yes, y'all, I'm too fresh, y'all Kate Upton got some nice breasts y'all But if she ain't got a booty, she ain't get in my jeans She need to do squats and eat some macaroni and cheese [Style 2: Boom Bap] East New York from the Boogie Town, Bronx where the criminals hang We pushin' fat whips and criminal slang Triple fat goose jackets, Timb boots, and black beepers My style is deadly, you could call me the rap reaper [Style 3: G-Funk] Man, I'm from Cali, I ain't givin' a fuck I got a 40-oz. of O.E., straight gettin' drunk You know I'm hanging at the Marriott with a few bitches Drive away in my 64, hittin' my switches I'm saying oh, girl, I'm a motherfuckin' gangster And when you give me pussy I'm gonna say thank ya, 'cause I appreciate it [Style 4: Hyphy Movement] The hyphy movement was so fucking incredible We got the ecstasy, we thizz, right on, fuck a schedule I'm in the cut, I'm getting hyphy-hyphy-hyphy-hyphy-hyphy Can you understand me? That's unlikely-likely-likely-likely We go dumb, all the big bottles And tropical K's throwin' gang signs where we from I got the molly, get a quick taste Put Mac Dre on the five dollar bill doing the thizz face [Style 5: Crunk] Man, this is the Crunk style, okay You gotta sound tough, no matter what you say! What? I think kittens are cute! I think puppies are cute! Koala bears are cute! I like sloths, panda bears too I'm a gangster, like Ryan's Toy Review, yeah! [Style 6: Bay Area/Mobb Music] I'm from the city and you know it's the town Ten toes to the turf, put my foes on the ground Take a whiff of black and mild, this that thug car smell We moving weight up out the trunk like a drug cartel [Style 7: Old Kanye West] Uh I'm not good in my impression of Kanye I bought my girl a Louis Vuitton latté Master of ceremonies, emcees, I'm sorry You a master of none like Aziz Ansari [Style 8: New Kanye West] Man, I've been crazy Ever since my girl made a tape with Ray J 'Cause Ray J my favorite actor And I wanna make part two with him, I have to Then I wanna make part three Featurin' me, having sex with me Dance, in leather pants, vote Donald Trump [Style 9: JAY-Z] Yeah, yeah, uh Young Mac in the place to be, be Got Cristal bottles, two-hundred dollar pee Ma, you look like Janet Diamonds in my Rolex looking like pomegranates [Style 10: The Neptunes] I sing outta key, I'm not even close I'm so-o-o rich, I eat avocado toast Now lemme see your titties [Style 11: Eminem (On Drugs)] I used to rap humble, now what I say is cocky Insane and stocky, like the goalie from a game of hockey You can hit me in the face to stop me, but my name is Rocky I'mma make you promptly learn MMA and go take karate You gon' have to fight me with a hand grenade and a Glock Two cannons, chains and a rock and a bandage taped to your cock My fuckin' enemies ran away, didn't walk When I cock back the gat, and I blam away like I'm 'Pac [Style 12: Rap Rock] (Aw yeah, boy) All you gotta do is be white and nasal And you can be a rap-rock singer on cable Blah blah, blah blah, blah blah, blah Music like this sucks, blah, blah blah blah [Style 13: U.K. Grime] Man, don't give a fuck, competition You know they get killed in the booth You know I gotta grind like a dentist And now you get drilled in the tooth Who the fuck's that man? What a cum sock Man look at enemies like they kumquat Bye boy, you look like you're very built Rappers from the UK are very skilled [Style 14: Mumble Rap] *unintelligible mumbling* Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt! Bad bitches! *unintelligible mumbling* [Style 15: Miami Trap] Huh, I'm a drug dealer that'll creep up on ya All I want is cocaine and three-cheese lasagna Uh, I got a yacht, where I go relax I spent a million bucks on some Little Debbie snacks Boss, you know I almost got indicted, but I hid a key of coke in my pet tiger's butt Uh, countin' cash money, I don't need a visa I can't rap, man, I'm hungry, I need a pizza Uh [Style 16: Reggae] Nope I gotta draw the line here, man I'm not doin' a fuckin' Jamaican accent Next [Style 17: NYC Jazz Rap] Listen to me while I kick a sick rap flow Girls sendin' XO's like its tic-tac-toe The beats are all jazzy and the rhymes all fresh This style was perfected by A Tribe Called Quest [Style 18: West Coast Underground] But on the West Coast, D-E-L and Hiero Did it too, and we rocked the phone, the micro Take jazzy underground, hip-hop on vinyl Didn't talk about violence, it was more mindful [Style 19: Horrorcore/Juggalo] Take a bloody axe and walk through a haunted house Smoke a dead body, 'til I get cotton mouth Eat their motherfuckin' brain and their fuckin' toes Family for life, Juggalo Woo-woo! [Style 20: Houston Slab] I'm slammin' Cadillac doors Switchin' lanes, wood grain, ridin' Chevy on vogues Candy paint on my dick, man, these hoes can't chill South Texas, motherfucker, we just way too real [Style 21: Club] Uh, you know I be in the club Me and my thugs got VIP in the club I say the same line in the club 'Cause you know the word 'club' always rhymes with the club Uh, I love the club, let's go to the club I got my girlfriend, my wife, and my ho at the club Club club, club at the club If the seal don't dance, he gettin' clubbed at the club [Style 22: Drake] Ooh, girl, you and me should lie down, ooh Kiss me on my big-ass eyebrows, girl I'm so unlucky Rihanna use a strap-on when she fuck me, ooh Because I sing about my mom like she's my girlfriend My mom's my girlfriend, Oedipus Girl, don't you start now, ooh, you want my heart now, ooh You want some lovin', but I Dutch oven, pull up the sheets and fart now, ooh [Style 23: Reggaeton??] Okay! Yeah, y'all! This Mr. 305 Mami, move that booty if you love particle science, yah [Style 24: Wu-Tang] Ayo, god Kung-fu death grip, bust your head like a watermelon Pour the candle wax on a spotted leopard Fly Adidas tracksuit, hundred-twenty apple flavored Golden pussies, rockin' with a coat made out of crab legs [Style 25: Chopped & Screwed] Girl, my gold teeth make me cuter than an otter, otter I be sippin' cough syrup, syrup like it's water [Style 26: Memphis Rap] See a thick bitch as she wiggle her ass I am a fuckin' baller man, I'm gonna throw up my cash Man, I'm from Memphis, Tennessee, Land of the Players and Pimps It doesn't matter what the beat sound like, I'm rappin' like this [Style 27: Midwest Chopper] God? Are you listening? Please help me stop fucking strippers and make me do an album with Mac Lethal (Chea!) And sippin' fine wine It's time, N9ne, design lines Time lines fine I climb vines like Einstein Takin' a pint of shine They confined, it's rhyme time Stickin' the chopper, flickin' this It's my time and I shine I grind behind dimes Divide spines, prime rhyme slime And nine plus nine Is eighteen, minus nine Is nine and I'm N9ne As long as I'm N9ne Everybody knows that I'm fine (Cheeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! *cough*) [Style 28: Dipset (bonus)] I'm from Harlem, that means I'm forever the man But what that mean? That means I'm forever the man Bitches wanna get married, never no chance Mami just desperate for a ring like Kevin Durant [Produced by Michael "Seven" Summers]