Wrekonize - Too Many Rappers lyrics

[Verse 1 - Ex-I:] I'm sleepin' at Hotel ??, and when you see me in the lobby You should probably shoot or drop the gun and co*ky attitude and raise your dukes Don't try to get away man, it will hurry thru Once I got your shoes, I'll have your socks, watch and wallet too Ha na man I'm just joshin', I also want your keys and please make sure that the gas tank in your car is full I'm skinny and I'm slidin' too <--(?) Only catch me in a wife-beater that fits an Ike Turner body suit [Verse 2 - Wrekonize:] Bullets no return, underestimated, retrograted Hated on, song samurai, flippin' over your fences Disentigrate sammoth <-(?), sky high above Ex <--(?) It's menthol on the green language line <--(?), holdin' one's offenses Brittain's best decendin' pen in hand stand Sent and said to bend the law of physics, exclusive western connects So-called bar henchmen turned to sloppy star benchmen Whenever posted up to against our motives and their yes-men [Verse 3 - Frankie Riptide:] I spit to come sick with a line Then wrappin' a mask to artists stickin' wack sh** in a rhyme, b**h You're clique's not clippin' ?? Like that sh** spittin' is that sh** fittin' a nine I dis cats, no kick back, sick in the mind I'm six cats, quicker and equipped with a mind That blows his own self b**h, like a hip or a spine Step and see a chit try to fit in a pine box [Verse 4 - Calliz:] I pledge to slaugher whatever the time 'Till I'm tappin' on heaven's door like I'm Gregory Hinds And y'all vets need to hold it down, I'm fair with the ?? f** I've already been around, ask Gary Encore <--(?) And it's nothing new, trends and fads I've seen n***as pushin' ??, braggin' 'bout their Benz and Jags Since 50 did his thing, y'all went delirius If you took nine bullets like him you'd die, period [Verse 5 - Diabolic:] Bolic captured the essence, now I'm holdin' it hostage Like a pa**enger stepped in, controllin' the co*k-pit I got high on your block and stopped by Left you high tide in the ride your mom and paps drive Very <--(?) tight tube, tail pipe thru the topside Of the pa**enger window, 'till it's full with carbon monoxide I'm startin' a rock slide with you beneath it Survival of the fittest, there's no excuse for weakness [Verse 6 - Grunge Toefu:] Will see on the west coast, word scriptly <--(?) ?? ?? Put a sock in your tucker, you can never touch or brush against the ?? ?? I've got my mind made up and I'm stickin' to it b**h please, tofu taste great, so get used to it This music, it's more than soul food It's sold thru these penny pinchin' fingertips The hood hustles on your tick <--(?) and you're feeling it Go get it dumped <--(?) ??, then you're ??? [Verse 7 - Mac Lethal:] Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah, what is this Dissin' me lookin' like Bob with b**h tits I'll make your girl my s** slave and eat the beaver And give her pimply chest plate a cleanless steamer Oh I tug on the ?? ?? ?? While you pissed off stuck in your battle rap days It's not that serious, I need nine shots of whiskey Because my girl's on her...period [Verse 8 - SP-83:] But ?? ??, wet the bubble when I squeeze the hot cum And your ?? ain't makin' a dive I survive by burnin' emcees alive Along with the track style, mom <--(?), and fanbase, or any of you with your wack ?? I'll shoot a bullet at your heart's place ?? only speaks the truth SP Clark Kent, when I enter the booth, and when I exit that's a whole different image 'Cause the ?? ??, like vikings entering to burn your women and children [Verse 9 - Nocando:] Ha, this ain't a mothaf**in' posse track My split personality's employin' carbon copy cats I keep your complex concepts to explain simple Pop ??, Mac Lethal' <--(?) pay tribute 'till my brain's the number eight issue ?? ?? ??, help me with the questioning Joe Bate <--(?) was stung by jellyfish, shouldn't get R. Kelly pissed I drink ?? so often, like my grandpa goes gauntly <--(?) Eight bars for me is no problem [Verse 10 - Okwerdz:] I'll stab you and put my co*k in the brain hole, inside where's the mango <--(?) (who) You know the monster that's sponsored by Kango And you better find a ?? 'Cause I got twice as hot since the last time you heard me So if you think I s** don't even tell it to Brian 'Cause if you callin' me wack, you're either jealous or lying Okay I'm tired of being nice, bring in the hack-saws I said we're done b**h, turn the f**in' track off