letra de too many rappers - diabolic
[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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