Too Many Rappers

[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 cocky 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 It's menthol on the green language line 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 shit in a rhyme, bitch You're clique's not clippin' ?? Like that shit spittin' is that shit 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 bitch, 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 ?? Fuck I've already been around, ask Gary Encore And it's nothing new, trends and fads I've seen niggas 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 cock-pit I got high on your block and stopped by Left you high tide in the ride your mom and paps drive Very 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 Bitch 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 Go get it dumped [Verse 7 - Mac Lethal:] Blah Blah Blah Blah Blah, what is this Dissin' me lookin' like Bob with bitch 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 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 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 mothafuckin' posse track My split personality's employin' carbon copy cats I keep your complex concepts to explain simple Pop ??, Mac Lethal' ?? ?? ??, help me with the questioning Joe Bate 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 cock in the brain hole, inside where's the mango 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 bitch, turn the fuckin' track off