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(Verse 1: GAWNE)
Crypt just called, he said hes lookin to scrap
He wanted GAWNE up on the track? because I murder the raps
Well yo? Crypt? homie, just know that I got your back
Even if I gotta be a lyrical bully to Dax
Just give me the orders, run up and kick your door in? hit em with fifty mortars
Rigor mortis, kill em and leave their corpses on other peoples doorsteps
Enter the morgue with venom, and then I get morbid? evil and horrid, imminent torture
Reapin the organs outta the orphans, bodily portions, gotta be foreskins
And now they like, 'Woah !
How the f*ck he spit and just murder so many flows?'
I dont know, I was bred for this sh!t since 96
Makin hits since an embryo, I been the G.O.A.T.?
I could do flibbity hibbity, enterin in the vicinity, cookin up hits like Im Breaking Bad
Walter White Jessie when makin amphetamines, sh!ts gettin messy, Im finna be killin the enemy
Never see any serenity when I be mentally heavily off of the Hennessy
Sippin the liquor, I lick it up, lickety-split, and my liver, then kick in
Wit a little bit of venom and Im never gonna let up, got to get up from the bottom, put the motherf*ckin pedal to the metal
When in my head, Im goin mental, in retrospect, I probably should check my stress
But Im never gonna second-guess this sh!t , its over, I won
This beat is O. J.s wife by the time that Im done

(Verse 2: Moxas)
Moxas!
Yeah, check!
Okay, the SoundCloud superhero back again
I train hard, so when Im on the track, Im overlappin them
Im lightin up a sack, the holy pack my only sacrament
No California, though, I took the O, its on my back again, ugh!
They probly dont get it, Ima hit them wit a chrome in it
Semi-automatic flow, I gotta get it, though, Im kickin in the door wit it
Like, 'Oh sh!t, its the dope kid wit the flow sick, oh no, sis!'
And to be frank, no Ocean, got the weed dank and a potion
When Im fleet flank, feelin focused on my fee fie fum foe sh!t
And I speak fire if I wrote sh!t, so the fees high, you aint know sh!t
Cant afford it, and Im not nice, Ima 'Mmm-mmm' like I got lice
If you cop verse, I will not write, and I got slime, like a stop sign, uh!
Im goin up, thats the reason that theyve been sad lately
You a loud annoyin little kid, you a Bhad Bhabie
Got up on this beat to have some fun, you know Im showin out
If a pu* sy come at me, Alinity- Ill throw em out!
Ugh!

(Verse 3: Ryan Oakes)
I think this girl better back off, she lookin at me with some bright hopes
Tell her that she can be tied down if she wanna walk on a tightrope
Hittin that sh!t from the back, dog, she probably gonna need Geico
She knows that my pockets are so fat, they probably gonna need lipo
b!tch, I made a quarter mill and yall ignored until
I started murderin these beats, I need some more to kill
Now my pockets lookin green, they gettin chlorophylled
Its written in my destiny, Im born to kill
So much caffeine in my system, that its hard for me to concentrate
sh!ttin on my competition, rappers lookin constipated
I never been a d!ck, dont need to over compensate
Thats why all these women hit me, tryna overpopulate
While labels scared to hit me cause I got way too much leverage
If I signed to them, then Im the one thats bringin benefits
The amount theyd have to gives a mountain, like its Everest
Once that contracts in possession, yall gon need an exorcist, Im ghost

(Verse 4: VI Seconds)
Yeah, Gawd, Gawd, Gawd
Oh Lord, the most slept on on the site, ni*ga
In a different pedigree, dog, I show my bite bigger
Worried bout a dislike bar, I dislike your life
On a knee, lettin it ring, like Im lookin for a wife , ni*ga
Brought a coffin, heard you jackin a box
Try to wind me somethin poppin, like a jack in the box
The arms strong, toss a Molotov from a mile away
I son yall, but I didnt get a f*ckin gift on Fathers Day?
Oh yall want action, till Im up and blastin, f*ckin tragic
Suckas plastic, get your surface bursted for your bubble rappin
Rounds of applause with the- rounds of the ones Im clappin'
Channels for reactions now reactin to your f*ckin passin
Thanos snappin, snatchin the clout that you ni*gas gained
But a lot of yall gon vanish if the algorithm change
Who want smoke? Ima alter your appearance
None you mothaf*ckas nice, tell KSI that Im actually Beerus, God

(Verse 5: DKRapArtist)
To all the people that say Im the bomb, Im gonna blow up, thats what Im made for (Yeah)
Lookin for flow, or lookin for bars, cause, Ima give you what you came for
I get the blame for murder, you are just fake with burners, what are you fake for?
You fake gangs aint plugged in, like Dax, with his chainsaw
Its Barology, welcome to the classroom
Shaq, you better tell Ja to stay inside that bathroom
Like Scriptwork, we fight back (Ya!), man, you ought to know
Like the Vatican without the Pope, I want all the smoke
'Hi there, Im DK, Im new here (Hi!)
Im the guy with the English accent, or the d!ckhead with the blue hair' (Thats me!)
Im a vet already, I be puttin rappers in the cemetery
Leave them dead and buried, like ' Woah!'—Goin harder than the military
Im back on my bullsh!t, with a full clip, got a space in the morgue, if you wanna talk sh!t
Got orchids for your funeral with a full -zipped body bag, wont find out where the corpse is
Ill always be myself with no apologies
At DKRapArtist, everybody go and follow me

(Verse 6: ImDontai)
Yo Crypt, wanna thanks for the opportunity
Cyphers and freestyles is nothin new to me, I do it beautifully
A couple verses up my sleeve, I love nudity
And black b!tches , Im the match when your wrist flicks it
Throw that ass back, like a grenade and blow my d!ck up
Unpredictable with verses, like Tourettes or havin hiccups
Look, they compare ya boy to that of a lighter
Whos harder than a sniper, hittin through the chest on a Bible
Dont have any rivals, cause that would imply I fight for survival
Amidst all the rappers I jack up, its easy, now , back up
Callin for backup, while I got they back up against the wall
Got my Vans up against they balls, pause, I aint mean it like that dog
And I aint homophobic, for a mill , Id give some head behind a Kroger
If the deal was just a minute, then its over
Yeah, Im mad buggin, slap you up in public in your city, ho
Only time you slap is the publish button on videos
ni*ga, we mop floors with rappers, this no hyperbole
Flippin them vertically, badly attackin with words that they murmurin
My pen is catchin bodies, call it John Wick
I feel it as I am jottin, stretchin these words like pilates
I kick, quick karate; ya click this, ya noddin
Ya spit sh!t, the potty; a thick b!tch, Im throbbin
b!tch, Im finna nut, huh
d!ck up in her gut, I eat that booty like its lunch (Haha)

(Verse 7: Lex Bratcher)
Yo, yo, yo
Yo! Yo, its the girl about to rap!
Huh, yeah, you know Im on that- f*ck that!
Been ready to f*ck the game and use these rappers as my cum rag
Cause listenin to yalls like pressin on a thumbtack
And these rappers, they itchin for the—huh! Snitchin for the—huh!
You know that its a snake if you just listen for the— (*alert SFX*)
And Ima be givin them halos, when I be trigger-fingerin these flows
Leavin them quakin, and all on their toes, this is my destiny and what I chose
Look, Im the best, so all these motherf*ckers hate me
If I press the side of this gat, then there aint gon be no safety
Aint no scopin, Ima put this chrome to your windows, aim
And click-click-click, like the f*ckin page wont open
These little rappers know there aint no jokin
No hehe, no haha, jaja, dont matter which language spoken
I vanquish these angry faces who try to steal my focus
My staff with me, I pass the Cs, like Im the real-life Moses
Lex

(Verse 8: Devvon Terrell)
Ah, yeah, yeah
Hold up!
I done made some enemies, up like the Sun, you are a kid to me
Fake ni*gas wearin disguises, like its trick-or-treat
I will never freeze on the beat, Control-Alt-Delete
Thats why I went to work as soon as Crypt sent me the beat, like
I can read the signs and see the future like a Zodiac
Leave them where they stand, Im like James Harden with a step back
Linin up the competition, I will always catch them
One hand and defended like Im Odell Beckham
Different rules, you play with us, then, homie, you gonna lose
Fade to black, and you couldnt see us even with Google Maps
And I know, I knew you just be hatin, use it for motivation
Cure ya from the sickness like a doctor, cause youre so impatient
I wanna keep it real with you
I am just not satisfied by a mill or two
So, I only share the plate with a chosen few
If this a five-star meal, you a frozen food

(Verse 9: NemRaps)
Listen (Listen)
A wild beast is let loose in the forest
You screwin yourself, like Darth Vader masturbatin using the Force (Haha!)
Now congratulate this dude, hes a boss
Try me, I will embarrass you, like soccer moms doin the floss
Check out my switch mag, get a Glock, put a Joy-Con where the clip at
And when you twitch, Ill be screamin at the chat to clip that ('Clip that!')
Flows tight, but know my screws is loose
Im Samuel Jackson of this YouTube rappin, grabbin my super suit
My lines got a nice ring to em, barbells
My name carry weight in the community, cartels (Lets go!)
Im makin a mill off of rappin, no cappin and I am not wearin no VVS ( Yeah)
I got so many rhymes, my rap sheet is longer than a receipt at a CVS (Ha)
Its finna go down, better go now, bout to hit em with a four pound, better know now (Go)
I aint talkin about guns, just talkin about bars, dont really wanna be the one to slow down (Woo!)
Bodied the beat, draw the chalk lines on the instrumental, zip it up
Now I can crush up the Infinity Stones into powder, then sniff it up

(Verse 10: Scru Face Jean)
Um, hahahaha!
Im the sergeant of all my squadrons, this is all out war
Ill make you sprint, like the phone, Im not the one to call out, boy
And my foes is more then hoes, them bros is all out whores
Time to dead you, pop with the metal, make you fall out, boy!
f*ck all that noise, cause now Im in this b!tch, like yo mother
See, Crypt is my brother, talk slick, Ill make a crypt for your brother
My ni*ga, Ive suffered, but you wont hear me b!tch like the others
You think they your brothers, but you can hear them hiss with they hug ya
You slick motherf* ckers gon end up in a ditch when Im done
Got a problem, then bite your tongue, thats called a 'b!tch' where Im from
A Sig is a gun, want smoke? Ill put that sh! t in your lungs
Turn me to a serial killer, and you Cinnamon Crunch
My ni*gas is, umm, young, and goin dumb with the drum
March for a band, that little drummer boy, pa-rum-pa-pum-pum!
For a lump sum, they shootin like the Rucker dumb dumb
Now you M.I.A like 'Paper Planes' and 'Bucky Done Gun'
Duck, or down goes Donald, a clown like Ronald
If I was black, then so is the strap, brrat the Tom, like MacDonald (Ha!)
Theyasked me why I made all these bars about clappin people
Grew up on battle rap, plus, I showed you my MAC is lethal
No class in people, but Im gradin like professors
Throw you in a lake , and now you really wavy, like Quadeca
Tried to run, but Ima catch him, the scope can make it long-range
Rifle got the magnifyin glasses, I am Dontai!
A short temper can really make it a long day
And tell Crypt that Im sorry, I took the long way
Hahahaha!

(Verse 11: Quadeca)
Ooh, ooh, yeah
They like , 'He finally entered, I guess its time to be bitter' (Haha!)
Im on every track like a Parental Advisory sticker (Ooh!)
In a new league, they tryin to keep me from gettin too hot, I got spice, so Im gettin my blue cheese (Brrr!)
I cannot be measured, so I am unruly
You cant get through me, Im an IUD to all of these pussies (Oh!)
You know Im gonna win it, in the end, I need my rupees (Oh, sh!t!)
Huh, they never understand how I do it
Said I couldnt say an 'S', so I drew a line through it
Like, 'Hi, stupid'—my rhymes are too fly, they defy Newton (Woo-hoo-hoo!)
They all rushin, tryna do as much work as what I put in (Damn!)
Im Putin, Im puttin, so you know nobody else is on par (Par)
Stoppin in the tracks when I drive in like Im a cop car (Yeah!)
f* ck rap sh!t, I got bars, but look like a pop star
Look like the BuzzFeed intern who gets employees their Pop Tarts (Haha)
Instead, I tour with thetop charts, now they heard of me (For real)
An emergin emcee, but you aint got the Ms, so you just an emergin C (Get it?)

(Verse 12: Mac Lethal)
Yo
Yeah, ayy, uh
sh!t, damn, son, youve never seen a f*ckin rapper who be this handsome
I never breathe when I be rappin, I got six damn lungs
Im at the offices of UMG with twin handguns
I got a hostage, Ima shoot, Ill need a big ransom
I been recordin like a Demogorgon
Thatll rip your organs out, and chop you into sixty portions
Like Im Lizzie Borden, just a bit of boredom
Got me breakin brick and boards, and Ima smash your pumpkin like Im Billy Corgan
In a tournament, Im insubordinate
Ill throw you in the city morgue, and youll just shiver morbidly with chilly organs
When performin, I mix endorphins with liquid morphine
The sh!t be coursin through my veins, I went to war with fifty horsemen
Drop to your knees and kiss my foreskin
Your jam aint impress us, jump off the cage and kick you in the face like Anthony Pettis
I roll heads back, your flows just wack
Ill never die, Im makin videos forever , call me NoDeathShaq
I commit homicide like this
I get three copyright strikes quick
So tell Susan Wochsoioskski, whatever the f*ck that b!tchs name is
She can demonetize my d!ck
A lethal with the straight facts, yall are just a needle in a haystack
Your rap looks old, you probably ran that sh!t through FaceApp
Probably thinkin sh!t is sweet
And Ima beat you up on camera, like f*ckin A$AP Rocky, copy?

(Verse 13: Crypt)
I copy, Mac— get bodied like Tommy Mac with tsunami raps
My flow is so immaculate, they think its a magic act
Im makin these rappers mad, Ill make a diss appear, then they disappear
With Nato on the beat and everybody here (Cypher of the year!)
Lets view inside my mind and see what things we find and discover
No rapper better than I, so take yo pick, Ill leave em shuttered
No exposure needed for my focus to show my light
Ill ram my way in the game with my shows, Im hungry, so my gig a bite
Ill snap in a flash, red is the only color I see, whenever Im lookin at you
Stompin they ass, kickin them motherf*ckers when they are down, like Ndamukong Suh
Rappers dont get mad at me, thats something youll regret
Ill have you nervously persperatin over this beef , like meat sweats (Haha!)
Rap is a house, and b!tch, Im high up in it
Call me a rap addict, b!tch, the sky is not the limit
Roll up on me and get smoked, yo, f*ck your drama!
Im crackin skulls in this joint, I call that blunt force trauma
And much more commas wont make me rap with you, Im immortal
Make you and your ho go ghost, cause I know you just a pair of normals
Im sick when spittin thats the difference between you and me
Im me, but you wanna copy, right? Like UMG
Wait, you thought that was it? Crypt is in this b!tch, and b!tch, you know I gotta spit it quick
So, everybody, come and listen up, I gotta tell you what the f*ck we gonna do to go and f*ckin rip it up
Yo, switch it up, everybody fearin when we hit it up, Ryan Oakes knows his flow was different, cause Mac is Lethal
Packin gats in his rap, shootin back at people, actin wack, in fact, Nems raps are regal
Lex Bratcher is it reppin for the chicks, and Dontai can spit
And, Six, way to represent, Luke spit so quick, I cant even comprehend
Devvon Terrell with the voice of an angel, Scru done proved his spot at the table
And DK reppin UK, he won the competition, and now hes here to stay
Moxas put them in a coffin, and Quad spazzed, theres no question
My shirt size is XXL, but f*ck bein a freshman!