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diabolic - 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 att-tude 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 p-ssenger 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 p-ssenger 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 t-ts i'll make your girl my s-x 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

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