Lyrics
You're horrible, hidin behind flow like a barnacle,
_You could excel in school but still not be "honor-roll!" (on a roll)
_I'm not into bickering or foolish trickery,
So fuck an Oracle you won't see a "Flawless" victory!
_All ya crappy lines makes it worse to battle me,
Ya lyrics are more "half-ass" than ya personality!
_Ya gettin shutdown in this brawl of savagery,
_I'm wreckin ya energy call it "assaultin battery!"
_Ya style is raggedy, with those lines ya have to be,
Passin the tournament's "wack line capacity!"
_It's the same rhymes everytime it's wreckless,
Excel got more "flipped bars" than there are in Tetris!
Dawg, I'm relentless with all my mental weapons,
I'll kill ya with a line jus call it ya "death sentence!"
_Ya think that weak shit's gonna get you far?
I don't think so ya punches are more "out of line" than you are!
_You had enough kid, ya whole style is rusted,
The only thing that's "tight" about X is his budget!
Dawg, facin me is suicidal..
This battle's like playin russian roullette with a single shot rifle!!
I'll give you an eyeful of somethin you can swallow, queen,
_And put "some Face" on ya face like it was Holloween!
_I'm ready for.. swingin till his head is scarred,
_And leavin X "side-swiped" like a credit card!
_Ya shouldn't battle me and go without prayin,
Ya know ya gonna lose and that "goes without sprayin!!"
::BEATSWITCH::
_By now the voters know that Face got the better keys,
_They're "countin you out" jus like wrestlin referees!
_Ya voice is wack and that's partly why ya failin,
It sounds like ya O.D.'in on ale and inhalants!
You're the worse assailant, I smell ya pussy fragrance,
Doin vocal impressions in every single battle session.
_Jus listen.. I'm teachin you a lesson,
I must be playin PS2 wit all this "X-pressin!"
_It aint a question I'll win, I got butters sound,
_This match ain't "up in the air," we're in the underground!
What up now? Fuck ya style!.. me no likey,
Ya tracks are "whore-id" like a prostitute's psyche! (id.. look it up)
_He'll never beat me stuck deep in wackness,
X got more "pipe dreams" than sleepin crackheads!
You could never match this, soon ya head'll spread,
Ya cd should be a "free B" like grades in special ed!
_Stash ya tracks we don't wanna hear them things,
Shit, ya album couldn't "fly off the shelves" with a pair of wings!
_Someone tell this kid to stop yellin bitch,
His career's down the crapper but you won't see "X-sellin shit!"
_You'll never make it big, I bet it hurts,
The closest you ever got to a "sign-in" was when you registered!
_Ya jus a nerd so I'm takin it all,
If "seein is believin" you got no faith in ya balls!
_I strafe and fall on ya face with a lovely kick,
Beatin it down more than God did with the ugly stick!
_Awww ya feelin said and askin what's next?
I'm "bringin you down" so of course you'll be upset!
_Kid jus buss it and untuck ya nuts slut,
Forget that Beeeyoooyeeyaahhh shut the fuck up!!!
_Little bitch, I whoop ass at the speed of light,
Mess wit me and get "sidelined" like adidas stripes!
_My exceedin might is makin you the dead type,
Kid, you'll get "suspended from the streets" like a red light!
_You're nothin at all but dawg why stress it,
Cuz you aint shit until I'm finished digestin.
Why question the facts, ya style is so cruddy,
Ya not my friend but what's worse is ya "no-buddy!!!"
_No one can say you'll win with sincerity,
Cuz you're not "passin the quarters" like you refuse to give to charity!!!
