27 Styles of Rapping

[Style 1: Old-School Rap]
I straight rock to the rhythm, got the audience clappin'
Gonna utilize twenty-seven styles of rappin'
Other people, man, try to video like this
But you know my sh*t 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 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 f*ck
I got a 40-oz. of O, straight gettin' drunk
You know I'm hanging at the Marriott with a few b*tches
Drive a white Mi6, vault hittin' my switchers
I'm saying oh, girl
I'm a motherf*ckin' gang, ster
And when you give me pus*y, I'm gonna say thank, ya
Cause I appreciate it

[Style 4: Hyphy Movement]
The hyphy movement was so f*cking incredible
We got the ecstasy, we thizz, right on, f*ck a schedule
I'm in the cut, I'm getting 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 THE CRUNK STYLE! OK!
YOU GONNA 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!

[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]
I'm not good in my impression of Kanye
I bought my girl a Louis Vuitton latte
Master Ceremonies, MC's, I'm sorry
You a master of none like Aziz Ansari

[Style 8: New Kanye]
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 2 with him, I have ta'
Then I wanna make Part 3
Featuring me, having sex with me
Dance, in leather pants
Vote Donald Trump

[Style 9: Jay-Z]
(Young, Young, uh)
Young Mac in the place to be, be
Got Cristal bottles, two hundred dollar, p
Ma, you look like Janet
Diamonds in my Rolex looking like pomegrantes

[Style 10: The Neptunes]
I say I gotta 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 c*cky
Insane to stop me, 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 prolly 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 c*ck
My f*cking enemies ran away
Didn't watch
When I c*ck back the gat
And blam away like I'm Pac

[Style 12: Rap Rock]
(Oh yeah, boiiiii)
All you gotta do is be white and angel
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 f*ck, competition
You know they get killed in the booth
You know I got grind like a dentist
And now you get drilled in the tooth
Who the f*ck Sandman? What a c*m 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]
(English) *slurred gibberish* Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, bad b*tches
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[Style 15: Miami Trap]
Yeah, I'm a drug dealer that'll creep up on ya
All I want is cocaine and three cheese lasagna (Uhh)
I got a yacht where I go relax
I spent a million bucks on some Little Debbie snacks (Boss)
You know I almost got it dirty, but
I hid a key of coke in my pet tiger's, butt (Uhh)
Countin' cash money, I don't need a visa
I can't rap, man, I'm hungry, I need a pizza (Uhh)

[Style 16: Reggae]
Nope. I gotta draw the line here, man, I'm not doin' a f*ckin' 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 High Road
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 motherf*ckin' brain and their f*ckin' toes
Family for life, Juggalo (Woo-Woo)

[Style 20: Houston Slab]
I'm slamming Cadillac do's
Switchin' lanes, wood grind, ridin' Chevy on vogues
Candy paint on my di*k, man these hoes can't chill
South Texas, motherf*cker, 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 hoe at the club
Club club, club at the club
If the seal don't dance, he gettin' clubbed at the club

{Style 22: Drake]
Ooo, girl, you and me should lie down, ooo
Kiss me on my big ass eyebrows, girl
I'm so unlucky
Rihanna use a strap-on when she f*ck me, ooo
Because I-i sing about my mom like she's my girlfriend
My mom's my girlfriend, Oedipus
Girl, don't you start now, ooo
You want my heart now, ooo
You want some lovin' by I Dutch oven
Pull up the sheets and fart now, ooo

[Style 23: Reggaeton??]
Ok! Yeah, y'all. This Mr. 305. Mami, move that booty if you love part of your science, yah

[Style 24: Wu-Tang]
Hey, yo God
Kung-fu death grip, bust your head like a watermelon
Pour the candle wax on a spotted leopard
Fly and he distract to
Hundred twenty apple flavored golden pussies
Rockin' when the cult 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 b*tch as she wiggle her ass
I am a f*ckin' balla 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 f*cking 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
b*tches wanna get married, never no chance
Mami just desperate for a ring like Kevin Durant

{Every beat in the song was produced by Michael "Seven" Summers.}