Bring Me Down Rittz (Ft. Merkules & Snak The Ripper)

[Intro: Rittz]
Yeah, DJ Chris Crisis on the cuts
C-Lance on the track
Yeah

[Verse 1: Rittz]
They said they wanted buzz, I thought they wanted Xanax's
They wanna hear me right my pins like a mechanic's wrench
They told me spit, I did, right on the candid camera lens
Misunderstanded them like when I'm fuckin' a Hispanic bitch
Watching the Spanish channel, hammer analyze me analysts
Stand me by the best, I bet you that impress the panelists
If not, then fuck the many lists, "Hottest Top 10 In the Game"
Blog sites don't even mention my name
On the list of upcoming releases
I got love for the blogs, but some dumb as Bud Bundy
I'm seeing a bunch of D-list rappers, they ain't sold no records before
Never did several successful consecutive tours
Fucking on executive floors, parting like an 80s band
But I ain't into rock and roll, we only playing Em
Getting wasted, breakin' lamps, fuckin' up the comforters
Snortin' lines, my nose feel like the size of Snuffleupagus
Fights erupt, the customers wondering what the ruckus was
Stunting, jumping off the bus and hopping into muscle cars
Challengers, Malibu's, blue Buick, [?]
There are not a lot that's fucking with me in my era
Pair of Air Jordan's on Clintel apparel
Ever since a kid I dreamed to be a millionaire
I swear I see the picture and it's slowly coming clearer
This is what you wanna hear? Then I be in a city near ya