Too Many Rappers Diabolic (Ft. Calliz, Ex-I, Frankie Riptide, Grunge Toefu, Mac Lethal, Nocando, Okwerdz, SP-83 & Wrekonize)
[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 <-(?), 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 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
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 <-(?), 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 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
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