Exodus
Xces AKA Mayhem
I'm hard as a motherfucker, think you're in style?
Only time that May HAM is during cinco de mayo
Theres ink in my vial, there’s meth inside his shrinking pores
So although I'm only 5'11, standing next to him I feel so large,
That effort has been hesitant, the end for him is quick regardless
Vicious marksmen, pencil with precision, targets feel the darkness
Hardships arm the precipice, it's excellence concealed in bars
VM's seen as stress amassed in heavens, we appear as stars
And olden tribal testaments are evidence you fear the carcass
Hang you with the ring that you presented to that Primo broad
Dissection of the Queen of hearts, I section off this feeble target
Peel apart the dealers cards, I test my oath to shield it's honor
Set the flow and let it grow like vegetables in fields of farmers
Feet and arms forever grow, I feel evolved, you can't and won't
I'm awesome.. Passing me is a mission, speed of an antelope
The spit which drips in me is the richest, greenest, you cannot cope
It's not just gasoline, bitch this shits supreme and the can is full
You're tempting me to spark it like bits of green in a blackened bowl
This scriptures deep as Egyptian priests and the facts they know
The shits so mean it'll rip your screen and attack your soul
Split the seams from your wits and feet, see it drift the seas like the Krakens goal
Spliff and weed, it's a gifted feeling, lift and reach to eclipse the ceiling
Admit defeat, I'm dropping X and I split the Ces like the hand of Moses
Chant the code, you're not passin home cause the competitions advanced opponents
I'm monsterous and span the globe like Donner, Blitzen, but not fictitious
Coffin calls for doctor visits in shaman clinics to stop his sickness
Invade your losses section and drop a digit like long division
Rappin round imposter bitches like bondage broads, it’s an ecstacy
You’re Bond with broads, inevitably fucked, your fans have bets on me
Shove youre pathetic finger gloves in the deaded regions where men rest their meat
In the clusterfuck that's destiny you struggle standing next to me
No Molly but the ball is rolling, what the fuck is X to me
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