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[-_-'] = [Faceman]
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Story behind the song
This kid thought he's hot shit.. now he's gotta rethink things..
Lyrics
Time to put Excel to sleep with a mic as an accessory,
Leavin the voters just as hushed as your fuckin breath'll be!
Mentally, you're "off your fuckin rocker,"
Jus like ya grandma when she sat down n I popped her!
If you think that I'm wack n that my flow's piss,
Then you must be a "mockery" cuz you're below "diss!"
You admit to hoardin rhymes for more than 4 month's ago,
But you'll still absorb more "shells" than a shore's undertoe!
And under go, as much pain as I can stand to expel,
Cuz like the Warriors point guard I'll put a "Van" to "Exel!"
Ya glands will swell, frozen from fright you're stuck in place,
You need a bag over ya head cuz you can't "fuck wit face!"
Hey nice jacket, faggot, watch me start impalin the leather,
And leave "Excel on top of his street" like I'm mailin a letter!
I prevail as the better, you'll be the scariest begger,
Cuz X won't be "put on the map" unless he starts buryin treasure!
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You're hopeless, I'm focused,
My role is, the dopest.
You flow is, atrocious,
You're bogus and you know this!
I'm not Sony, but I made this phony's head portable,
Now that "Matrix lady" ain't the only dead "Oracle!"
You're horrible, one track and I'll most prolly snore,
Cuz just like "three plus one" I've heard it "all be four!"
You think your ill? Please bitch, dont make me hurl,
Excel won the tourney? Welcome to Crazyworld!
You should have lost that "Triple W" event,
Just like Spi missing his monthly payment! ("WWW"..get it?)
See now I'm makin you famous while you're fakin a bar,
I'm "X'n out an X" so I must be "makin a star!" (x + x = *)
I'm stingin ya well, and I'm bringin some hell,
Like funeral music my punches should be "ringin some bells!"
You jus don't have what it takes to blaze an ace,
I must have grass cheeks cuz your punches only "graze the Face!"
You're about to get smacked like a ball at the pitch,
Just like the shirtsize, "XL" is too small for his bitch!
The comp. is "all boys" so you'll be expelled,
I'm the Y chromosome but you're just the "X Cell!"
You like to diss my voice thinkin that you're so cool,
When you sound like Will Ferrel tranquilized in Old School!
You ain't KRS, so fast spits won't help in touchin mine,
You must be spittin "soviet coke" the way you're "russian lines!"
They don't connect like when I text Nextel,
And I'm not stuttering when I say I just "X'd XL!"
Only way an "X-L" can "fuck me up,"
Is if I ask my dealer to drop an E pill in my blunt!
Here comes the next L, leave Excel detested n trampled,
Like his name's first 2 letters I "made Ex. an example!"
