ex-kaliber? next challenger..
ex-calibur gets tore up in 3 different modes....
Hip-Hop, Rap, Rap Music....
aXeshun, im'a rapper in London Kentucky... a true pimp who hangs on the corners late at night avoiding the little people.. im also the guy ur parents warn u about..... oh yea, im not concieted.. im convinced ;)
Lyrics
im so ill you'll die-in-place...
my heats ejects ya fireplace by the frame to fry-ya-face...
i'ma transend time-and-space...
if kids weren't so fuckin wack i wouldn't hafta rhyme-this-way...
ya lines-are-gay, and mine-are-straight...
so i'm gay-bashin, ya brains-mashin and your eyes-erase...
by this time-the-case, is you-dead...
my shit rattles ya dome like a civic's trunk with 2-tens....
i make tight things, ya coudn't believe my hot-raps...
so ya fallin after the shots like lincolns top-cap...
i'll stop-pass n meet ya at your cross-track...
strangle you with socks, and hang ya by ya jock-strap...
cuz all u do is start cryin-and-stallin...
so u gettin shot to death like dyin-alcoholics...
fuck this whinin-false-kid...
u must bleach ya bars blonde-bitch.. cuz ya lines-is-frosted...
im-like-marijuana, each time u hit me i kill millions of brain-cells...
then run through ya blood stream like a fuckin pain-pill...
Napalm's the type of person to get vile wit an electric-smile...
an walk wit u to the edge of a cliff, and push ya to go the eXtra-mile...
im heated to, so what i suggest-ya-do
is eat my verse...
so when you take a shit, it brings out the-best-in-you
now i bet-this-dude thinks his tracks rockin-fo-sho
but the only lines thats from the top-of-ya-dome
is the imprints of my mockinsons-yo...
fuck this faggot, the beef is wagin forever
oh, your from birhmingham alabama?
no wonder ya dont evemn know ya own record......... BITCH
and i mean shit, really tho... fuck an ex-calibur
i'll treat ya like the space shuttle, so ya explode like a true challenger
ur styles really amusin-man, ur a very confusin-kid
no body pay any attention to-him, Ex-Kaliber? that bitch just hallucin-again
i dont even know my own-strength, cuz Ex? i was just givin-him-dap
and the motherfucker was slapped 10 century's-back...
back to the flintstones.. yea im leavin you a composed brick in the road
cuz i thought Ex-Caliber was supposed to stick in a stone
i was peepin ya shit n fell asleep,
yea im explaining to you what shut-eye-means....
and palms' been know to read a kaliber peice,
cuz i aint on no diet.. but i like watch what-i-eat
couldnt knock my lights out if u hit me wit lamp-shades
im stabbin ya legs, im cuttin ya brain
so mind tellin us why ur knees' are covered-wit-bandaids?
im on a murderin-rampage.. u gettin rattled-in-fights..
n' trust im killin all livestock, that way no cat'll/cattle-survive..
now i just baffled-ya-life.. i dare ya to step-again..
cuz this battles like ya grandmah's left ear.. my win is def-in-it
Ex-calibur? you kiddin me? whos the next challenger?
a pin up bitch in november of my next calender?
i'm the american to make X history n stop the enemy..
curb stomp this bitch, then jog his memory...
cuz i'ma a barkin dog here to arch the laws.....
find ya in a parkin lot, and ex marks the spot...
ya heart just stopped, an X is a girly contestant...
so i'll make it fair.. u better count ya-blessings
and be happy that your-the-X, cuz i'll sport-ya-flesh
and pass for cross-dressin
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