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 c*cky 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*t in a rhyme, b*tch
You're clique's not clippin' ??
Like that sh*t spittin' is that sh*t 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*tch, 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*ck I've already been around, ask Gary Encore <--(?)
And it's nothing new, trends and fads
I've seen n*ggas 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 passenger stepped in, controllin' the c*ck-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 passenger 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*tch 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*tch tits
I'll make your girl my sex slave and eat the beaver
And give her pimply chest plate a cleanless steamer
Oh I tug on the ?? ?? ??
While you p*ssed 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 c*m
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*ckin' 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 p*ssed
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 c*ck 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 suck 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*tch, turn the f*ckin' track off