50 Violent Rap Lyrics That Will Make You Cringe

"You and your husband have a fight/One of you tries to grab a knife, and during the struggle/He accidentally gets his Adam's apple sliced (No!)/And while this is going on, his son just woke up/And he walks in, she panics/And he gets his throat cut (Oh my God!)/So now they both dead, and you slash your own throat/So now it's double homicide and suicide with no note"

"Man, if we was up north, niggas would have been fucked you/But then we in the streets, niggas should haven been stuck you/Plucked you like a chicken wit' your head cut off/They'll find you wit' your back open and your legs cut off/And as for your man, don't you ever in your mothafuckin' life/Know when I gotta gun come at me wit' a knife, a'ight?/And forgetting you ever saw me is the best thing to do/Don't give a fuck about your family, they'll be resting with you

"Niggas shouldn't throw stones if you live in a glass house/And if you got a glass jaw you should watch your mouth/'Cause I'll break your face/Have your ass running, mumbling to the jake/You going against me, dawg, you making a mistake, I'll split ya/Leave ya looking like the Michael Jackson jackets with all them zippers/I'm the boss on this boat, you can call me skipper/The way I turn the money over you should call me flipper" — 50 Cent

"Going off on the motherfucker like that/With a gat that's pointed at your ass/So give it up smooth/Ain't no telling when I'm down for a jack move/Here's a murder rap to keep y'all dancing/With a crime record like Charles Manson/AK-47 is the tool/Don't make me act a motherfucking fool"

"I used to love her, too bad I had to put a slug through her/Dumped her body in the trash like I never knew her/Blood runnin down the gutter into the sewer/Her body stunk for weeks like horse manure"

"L's the nigga that crime follows/I'm hittin' fine models and stabbin' punks with broken wine bottles/I beat chumps til they head splits, then break em like bread sticks/I sex chicks, I'll even fuck a dead bitch"

"The Mobb comes equipped for warfare beware/Of my crime family who got 'nough shots to share/For all of those, who wanna profile and pose/Rock you in your face, stab your brain wit your nose bone/You all alone in these streets, cousin/Every man for they self in this land we be gunning" — Prodigy

"One 44, two 45's/Three loaded clips, four niggas roll, one nigga drives/500 Benz, six reasons why this kid should die/We shooting every mothafucka outside/Pulled on his block, jumped out the car/Guns in our hand, at the same time everybody ran/There that nigga go, hiding in the crowd/Let the trigger blow, seven shots now he lying on the ground"

"Yo, everybody's a snake, that's why I try to keep the grass cut/So I can see 'em when they coming, then I heat they ass up/'Cause them niggas that you went to school with/Will catch you while you in your new whip and turn your brains into Cool Whip"

"Give me my money in stacks/And lace my bitches with dime figures/Real niggas fingers on nickel-plated nine triggers/Must see my enemies defeated/I catch em while they coked up and weeded/Open fire, now them niggas bleeding"

"Snuck up behind him, had his hands in his pocket/Took my pistol out, unlocked it/Pulled the hammer back and cocked it/And left his shit all on the carpet/I seen a (murder, murder) I pin-pointed my target/I'm making my way up out the building/I got the nigga that I came here to get, notify his children/That they old man done fell up out the game/Because I came through this motherfucka/And killed his ass just like Jesse James"

"I been quiet for too fucking long so now its time to break the silence/I start with the killing so fuck stopping the violence/I got something for your monkey ass. So peep/Better yet like a stray dog I put your ass to sleep/No more faking and taking my snaps/Sorry fool, Eiht goin' step 'n get the straps/Geah, I puts my work in and fuck up your shit/Now you gotta bow down and suck a fat dick" — MC Eiht

"Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta/Buck, what I'mma hit you with you motherfuckers better duck/I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains/Of his jacket – he had a gun he shoulda packed it/Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket/So I can reload and explode on you rasshole/I fuck around and get hardcore/C-4 to your door, no beef no more nigga"

"At this second her boy walked in/I said man do I have to act crazy again/Then I grabbed my weapon it's time to get ill/You can say it is cool or you can straight get pilled/With buck shots I mean all over the place/In your back, your side/In your stomach, in your face/Cause I don't really care what your girlfriend says/If you keep talkin' shit you get a bullet in your head" – Cold 187um

"Donald B's in the place to give me the pace/He said my man JD is on freebase/The boy JD was a friend of mine/Til I caught him in my car trying to steal an Alpine/Chased him up the streets to call a truce/The silly cluck head pulls out a deuce deuce/Little did he know I had a loaded twelve gauge/One sucker dead L.A. Times front page"

"I represent where them killers at/145th and Broadway. You get your head cracked/Get your legs snapped, arm-twist, ribs cracked/Wig tapped, "play fair!" Day care, kids napped/You think you real? Well, my posse is crazier/Your moms? Mobbing and raping her, Saudi Arabia/I'm 89 tho, Audi and Avias/Beef in N-O, I had to call No Limit up" — Cam'ron

"For my legion, fill up the season and start squeezin'/Niggas talkin' shit, be behind the cars weavin'/There's no breathin', ain't nobody in here leavin'/You kill my man, I kill your bitch, now we even/I'm from a cold world, where it's bleeding 20 degrees in/Fahrenheit, niggas get sniped for no reason/Do a lot of work, got plenty funds and many guns/Many sons, niggas do anything to anyone"

"Half steppin with your weapon on safety/Now break yourself motherfucker, 'fore you make me/Take this 211 to another level/I come up with your ends, you go down with the devil/Now roam through the depths of hell/Where the rest your busta ass homeboys dwell"

"I be comin' up wit da Glock toy/You can stop boy/You ain't heard I'm off tha block boy/Chipp-pedy chop boy/Off in ya cut is where I'm layin'/Ready fo' sprayin'/Soon as I see yo face and hand/I ain't wit dat playin'/My daddy showed me how to play it in a situation/My daddy tol' me I ain't shit wit outta occupation"

"Rhyme slayin', straight, suckaz I'm slayin'/Hoes, I'm layin', niggas can't barely stand/I got 'em layin' and prayin', delayin', decayin/Ask them hoes, I ain't playin' with 'em/Wanna get beef, I have to turn my cheek/Cock back like like Mad Max and knock out one of dem fuckin' teeth/I'm a mean, gene machine, the executioner, be appeased with gillotine"

"He was on the road, it took 'em 10 to do him in/The killas fled, damn, but they'll be back again/He was Polo'd down with the matchin' socks/I mean stuffed like a turkey with a half a key of cooked rocks/The reaper came and took him/I saw the tears from my baby mama's eyes over look him/As I walk through the shadow's of death/Where no rapper or no man can spare no breath"

"Talkin' out his neck, pistol to his throat/Blow this motherfucker, he gone choke/On the ground, on the floor/Someone pick him up, take him to the morgue/I'm ridin' through New York/Finna go and shoot New Jersey up/Tryna take my chain, I ain't goin'/We gon' come and blow New Jersey up"

"I just bought a chopper, gave it to Numbanine/Slipping up in traffic that’s a one to nine/I catch an opp on traffic I'mma gun him down/Posted up on normal on the summer time/My block my block, you an opp, you get shot/That drum beating like chop/So get back or get that
Now run up on me and get wacked, in other words get stretched/And if Durk is here he���s gonna catch"

"But me, I grab the banger, I don't care about size/Hope the whole block watch when I tear out your eyes/C-O pullin' the pin, turtles is comin'/But before I hit the box dog, I'm murderin' something/Thick is thick, frail is frail/Make sure that my name ring bells wheneva I'm in jail/It's the belly of the beast, bottom of hell" — Styles P

"It's the young Frank Matthews the rap version/Touch my trap on my smack the gats burstin'/That's certain leave ya face and ya chest and ya back jerkin'/Uh, y'all got me fucked up like/My desert eagle and my sick doom bust right/Like my guns is racin', muthafucka don't you know I/Make ya heart stop and ya body start shakin'/Now you know the bottom line of this rhyme crime/25 to life plus nine"

"Yo, everybody's a snake/That's why I try to keep the grass cut/So I can see 'em when they coming, then I heat they ass up/'Cause them niggas that you went to school with/Will catch you while you in your new whip/And turn your brains into Cool Whip" — Jadakiss

"My momma said don't be that, the little nigga that sell crack/Gangbanger that street jack/Always trying to figure where the beef at/Knock, knock, put your brain on the doormat/Bitch nigga, what you call that?/We on block patrol, nigga fuck your roll, got the gat on me/Nigga look, it's right here, bulldog bark, you could die right here/Real gangsta niggas don't have no fear/Real niggas never tattoo their tears"

"It'll be a cold day in hell the day I take an L/Make no mistake for real, I wouldn't hesitate to kill/I'm still the fat one that you love to hate/Catch you at your mother's wake/Smack you, then I whack you with my snub tre eight" — Fat Joe

"Hopped out the back seat they gave me a revolver/Blass, you distract him while I go and whack him/Entered through the back side of the bar and then attacked him/He's screaming for his life, reaching for his wife/Shot him in the back of the head and shanked him with a knife/And that goes for anybody who's gotta pay they dues/You lose, cause I got the Ill street blues" — Kool G Rap

"Don't sleep, I get deep when I creep/I see right now I got to show you it ain't nothin' sweet/Go get your muthafuckin' hammer/And act like you want drama, I send a message to your mama'Hello, do you /know your one son left?/I had license to kill and he had been marked for death/He's up the Hill in the back of the building with two in the dome/I left him stiffer than a tombstone" – Billy Danze

"Coming hard as fuck I be like acin' and I'm icing/Stepping into the ring fuckin' 'em up like Michael Tyson/Gimme all your cash, cause I'm about to blast/And bust 50 bullets in your motherfucking ass/Niggas think I'm crazy cause I'm poppin' off at the mouth/And plus I had the chopper pointed at your damned house/My name is Spice 1 I be a vicious motherfucker/Get you for a key and leave you lyin' in the gutter" — Spice 1

"I'm stackin' and mackin' and packin' a 10 so/When you're slippin', I slip the clip in, but ain't no set-trippin'/'Cause it's Death Row, rollin' like the mafia/Think about whoopin' some ass, but what the fuck stoppin' ya/Ain't nothin' but a buster/I'm stranded on Death Row for pumpin' slugs in motherfuckers/Now you know you're outdone, feel the shotgun/Kurupt inmate cell block one" — Kurupt

"Checking my rearview/'Cause niggas, they will do jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools/Try to set me up for a 2-11/Fuck around and get caught up in a (1-8-7)/But I don't represent no gangbang/Some niggas like lynching, but I just watch 'em hang"

"My nigga, you done pushed the wrong button/I ain't never ran this hot/Now you the number one nigga I wanna whoop the piss out/And this not a threat, bet that, I ain't gonna let that slide/Gotta get that bitch right, want him dead by midnight/I followed him from his crib to the crack spot/I watched him go in and come back out, I got ready to pull the Mac out/Sandwiched him by the feeder of 610/Unloaded the pistol, now dirt is now what his dick in" — Bun B

"Solitaires on me, no cards/Niggas gon' pull up and spray in broad/Got that yopper on him right now/And he ready to pull up right now/Choppa hit a nigga with the scope/Fuck that pussy shit, we sellin' dope/Turn the hood into Iraq/On the corner, flippin' that pack"

"We ridin' all night, finally got lucky/We saw 'em chillin' back, turned on the block hustlin'/Hit the lights, park, jumped out, walked/Crept down on 'em, let them AK's bark/One of them niggas broke out, I broke out behind him/Went down the alley, went under the house, I went behind him/Caught him, then I ch-chopped him up/In the process my Reeboks got fucked up"

"Let a choppa go plow, to your melon/Now the plasma is oozing out of yo cerebellum/Attention! Fuck nigga, now you swellin'!/You ain't talkin hardcore, now is ya? Lil' bitch!/Got' em runnin scared of a bigga nigga/'Cause I put that heat to his um, Hilfiger/Now on dat drank and on some of dat dank/My pistols gettin' thirsty now it needs another drank" — Bone Crusher

"I go hard in the muthafuckin' paint nigga/Leave you stankin' nigga, what the fuck you thinkin' nigga/I'm gon' die for this shit or what the fuck I say/Front yard broad day with the SK/See Gucci, that's my muthafuckin' nigga/I hang in the Dale with them hit squad killers/Waka Flocka Flame, one hood ass nigga/Ridin' real slow bendin' corners, my nigga"

"No love cry when only babies die/And when I go that casket better cost a hundred thou/I pray to god I look my killer in his eyes/Snatch his soul out that shirt let's take him for that ride/OG is one who standin on his own feet/A boss is one who guarantee we gon eat/Fuck a blog dawg cause one day we gon' meet/I'm a spazz on yo ass like I'm Mo'nique" — Rick Ross

"I'm Chewy, I'm some hot nigga/Like I talk to Shyste when I shot niggas/Like you seen him twirl then he drop, nigga/And we keep 'em nine millis on my block, nigga/And Monte keep it on him, he done dropped niggas/And Trigger he be wildin', he some hot nigga/Tones known to get busy with 'em Glocks, nigga/Try to run down and you can catch a shot, nigga"

"Just think if I ain't empty the clip and he killed me/Would I still be living, would my homeboys miss me?/How many niggas bust they gun when they have to/Don't need no ski-mask when it's time to get at you/I'm glad you didn't see what it looked like when we left/Brain fragments for shotgun blasting, I'll take a nigga breath"

"Money the root of evil, wait 'til them shooters see you/Lurkin in Grand Marquises, scopin' on you, your people/Made a movie with niggas, murder and you the sequel/Bullets gon' riddle you, they gon' use tubes to feed you/Momma gonna pull the plug/Head big as Hey Arnold's is, full of blood/Smell the death in the air when we pullin' up/Bullets go B-B-BRRRR, fill 'em up"

"Man I murder fo' fun but my job is never done/From morning morn' to the setting of the sun/Bad men come come, come get murdered for fun/The hundred round drum in my tommy gun/Be a cat in the Hum' I'll cut out your tongue/Me and Ox, man we murder fo' fun/Talk talk bad man, come get murdered fo' fun/The Gucci Mane, man I murder fo' fun"

"Or Osama bombin' shit/We slay niggas wit K's, we the drama men/Get it right young scrap don't even try it boy (boy)/You rather slide down the razor blade slidin' board/I'm a live wire, hula hoop barb wire/Run through hell with gasoline draws on/You can't mute me put the pause on/My guns shoot like fast-forward's on/And dress cute when the war's off" — Beanie Sigel

"My dogs is my guns/They attack any nigga that comes or any niggas that rings/If my Glocks on safe that means my dogs on the leash/Twenty shells in the clip, each bullet's the teeth/Keep my dogs starvin', they ain't ate in days/Keep my guns loaded, they can't wait to spray/My Glock is a rot, my Four-Fifth is a pit/My D.E. a bullmaster, who wanna get bit?"

"To all competition slide back then listen/I’m kicking all that shit to the doormat/Claiming this domain, cause mad pains, bloodstains, long range/Got gats, crazy clips, I sink ships, cut faces like a pirate/I’m never caught or sought for the mad shit that I did/Heard? You got the word so observe/I shatter and splatter bodies and bones and bust nerves open/I always leave my barrel smoking" — Suave

"Seventeen homeboys up in the clip/Before I bail like a bitch Im a hit me a lick/On everythang/Lay you on that stretcher man/Bust that thang or rest in flames when you disrespect the game/Can't do that don't sell cocaine/Cock that four fifth back and aim/Do my dirt all by my self/No witnesses to say my name"

"Popped off to the coffin/Pick up my pump dump chumps in the gutter pain/Nigga got ta fucked up bang/Taking no shorts so fuck ya man/Claim my thang to slang them bloody bodies/Kill 'em all, send them hoes up in flames/Krayzie insane to the brain/Hey we slay niggas who think we play"

"Like when a motherfucker have to go pick up the pump/To make his opposition chest kick up and jump/When you lit up the gun to make your body get up and uhh/That's your adrenaline rush/Like when a motherfucker have to go pick up the pump/To make a trigger pick up and dump"

"First things first man, you're fuckin' with the worst/I'll be sticking pins in your head like a fucking nurse/I'll attack any nigga who slack in his mack/Come fully packed with a fat rugged stack/Shame on you when you step through to the Ol' Dirty Bastard straight from the Brooklyn Zu/And I'll be damned if I let any man/Come to my center, you enter the winter"