You Got Buried (XCLUSIVE TRIPPLE X DISS)
These faggots talk trash on the message boards but dont deliver. The dude is mad cause i dont like his shit. Bitch i will bill you for the studio time.. hold up neva mind you in the grave dead and buried. Bitch its over so lay off my dick.
X-pLiCiT... New Jersey rap artist...Lyrics are off the wall, funny, twisted... against society - i'm everything they hate and dont want you to hear!
Story behind the song
If you want the whole story, here it is... this dude came to my message board saying he thought i was nice (with my skills) and also said that he was the real xplicit for like 13 years. Anyway i check his shit out and he is call TRIPPLE X plicit not even xplicit # 1,(and my policy, i'll battle for my name cause its like a title to me) Anyway i listen to his retarded songs that i didnt like and told him that his shit was whack and that i own the name xplicit and if you want to talk shit.. do it on the mic. SO of course he kept sending me messages back on the message board like a pussy. ( i wasnt even responding to his lil bullshit and the dude still sent it) but whatever he aint got the skill on the mic anyway to make a rap diss so i made one for him... and mystical cause she started to defend this whack ass dude too.. (BY THE WAY SHE SUX ALSO) so sew me for having a fucking opinion. LITTLE GIRLS fuck em all..
Lyrics
HOOK
I don’t give a fuck if you hate this
This if for those haters who love to say shit
It won’t be funny when your life is taken
I’ll see you in your coffin at your wake bitch
verse 1
Its seems now a days people can write and type shit
But when it comes to the mic, they ain’t got the skills to spit
Except mystical exorcist when she sucks the dick
Or better yet, triple x when he licks pussy lips
Cause he’s fucking joke, a homo that deep throats dope Dylans
Little cock while he chokes
Thirteen years of rap and your whack as shit
You’re only on the Internet so can whack your dick
You wanna fight, bitch you would be afraid to push me
Almost as much as you’re afraid of pussy
Maybe you mistook me for a rookie, which I’m not
I’ll lift the glock, then the fucking lick a shot
Right into the heart of Alaska, aimed your way
Hell the only AK I know, is the kind that I spray
So fuck you, and little bitch crew
You couldn’t even pay me to listen to you
That’s how much you’re garbage,
And your songs sound retarded, maybe cause YOU’RE NOT a real artist
And I saw your picture, you an ugly dude,
Man I would kill myself if I were as ugly as you
And mystical exorcist, your next on the list
You lyrics sound tired and weak; you need to rest your shit
Little bitch, I hope you can suck dick better
Than you can grip a microphone and spit
First and foremost you need to learn to rhyme
Fat slut, you should change the exorcist to exercise
Expedite I’m extra nice when I write
You’re both whack, so just end your life
HOOK
I don’t give a fuck if you hate this
This if for those haters who love to say shit
It won’t be funny when your life is taken
I’ll see you in your coffin at your wake bitch
verse 2
Aww, I know you’re sad right
Cause you got a little dick, that’s why your bitch is mad tight
I was with her and your mother until the rubber broke last night,
Now you gonna have another brother come out half white
Yeah she keeps on denying it
That’s why she has these messages on her answer machine “stop lying bitch”
And I’m still trying to decide
Which member in illminded can even rhyme or hold a beat
Long enough to fucking roll with me or even
Go toe to toe with me, you homo’s please
I’m a motherfucking skitso, yeah I’m sick yo
The king of slit wrists, and slit throats
I’m X-plicit, that’s why I own this name
Like I was a slave who owns his chains
I was born to be, X to the P – L – I – C – I – T
Bitch you wish you can rhyme like me
You little girl, in this rap world, you can’t be serious
Your just mad at me cause you’re on your period
Keep talking shit on my message board
I put that shit to rest, so what you stressing for
That I’m gonna get a plane ticket to Alaska and make a quick visit
Rip you for a the title of X-plicit, bitch please
You think your fifty reppin the underground
Theirs a reason you ain’t been found, it cause you have no sound
And yo I’m just being real with you,
Your gay lover ain’t even that’s feelin’ you
Cause you whack trash, half assed, rapper, in Alaska
I just buried you, you fucking bastard
You couldn’t beat me if I was dick
You homo, you wouldn’t lick me if I was clit
Bitch, you’re about to get laid out in cemetery, buried
Underground, has a new meaning to it now
Little punk, I just fuck you up,
Almost as much as you fuck you little brother in the butt
And screw that mystical slut I’ve had enough
That’s it, times up, diss me bitch, cause I
