(Verse 1)

Yo, bust a cold rhyme, EX on demon time

Always on the climb, the peak is my whole prime

Ya'll flows are so grime, it doesn’t even scratch the surface

Pardon the dirt I threw, just rapping and service

My purpose is to get rid of the worthless with every single verse

It's more of a curse to make so many hearses

That shit plays my mind back like I just reversed it

When they diss EX again, no more rehearsing

My mind is a boxer, rhymes focuses is to knock 'em beats outs

And send ’em to the doctor

Then seal 'em like a locker

I'm the shocker with the lines that can rewrite your story like a paranoid author

Worried about if his life story won't go farther

The public can be harsh but they don't stop EX from causing disaster

The faster my punches come, it'll leave you blue like a jazzer

Blaster of gats, wait till' the enemies freeze

Steel comes, your it once the touch, your feeling the breeze

When I walk past you, your still and with ease

I'll take the whole crew out like I’m winning the freeze

Tag, chloroform gags has the enemy in the worst class

Have ’em like footballs thrown, once they go on to pass

I look fast in vast shootings with new cats

Bombs on the head, mind blowing rhymes boost my new stats

A true fact: he can get his crew hacked and have 'em tighten up like durags

I threw flags, officially pointing out cons in confused dads

(Verse 2)

My rhymes are like a bad smell

Let the raps chase the bag, then I prevail

They discuss me, when the scent reaches the nose

I’m XL, skill wise and realize my deals are like a steel rod

I prevent these fakes from cracking

Still got, a bunch of flows to show you while the lyrics I produce

Introducing the world that EX will dispose soon

A whole spoon, I pick 'em up and begin eating

Bars and bars keep going, I can't stop feasting

Then I'm breathing the toxic air to give it back to the heathens

I’m cheating on these little games like girls were Xbox controlling fiends and

I still got cake on me all day

They always want a piece, on this street

I tell 'em go do it your Broadway

Hallways is where I get most victims

The symptoms of you possibly getting killed by EX is once you listen

The lyrics comes in fast like pushing a piston

Have 'em feel the old writtens, these chickens be chirping then dissing

Then run away when EX responds, the techs I tote can leave ya' missing

''One In A Million'' to winning like Megalon

Slugs penetrate to devastate the mind state of a featherweight cause they soft as a feather wait

I kept the record straight like not rapping gay shit, on record days

Left 'em dazed, knocked out with one move

Very impressive skills from EX, the breath of will tends to kill negative forces but EX will still-

Live on and cause disaster as long I'm a rapper

They give beast chicken pox, the DJ keeps scratching

They ain't matching to my skill, I'm everlasting

Well no cause Eminem is better so forget that bastard

Mastered skills that leave some of these rappers flattered

They want to mirror my abilities until I'll have my reflections shattered

Straight clones, get off my level glown

You know ain't winning, just like your own holmes

(Outro)

Yeah

Straight up disaster

EX