[Verse One]: At this time I'd like to welcome back my congregation That's been waiting patient for me to distribute this information About this rap game and it's quality disintregration And stop blaming Waka Flaka he ain't why your shit ain't blazing Maybe something about your lack of originality And your content is a constant bragging right about your salary Then you're mad at me when I burn a verse like a fat calorie And I hurt you even worse, your woman is feeling me fanatically Dramatically I push myself to the brink of this art form Of course you ain't charging me, you're a rhinoceros with no horn I'm monsterous at home in a conflict zone My natural tone is hazardous then slash gashes through your blood and bone So I answer the phone \"Hello. Can you call me back?\" I'm blowed and scribe scrolls until there's bruises in my finger folds I'm mad at Rubin, spit it crude enough to start a riot My mind's fried like everything in black and Latin people's diets Psychotic, iconic, ironic, ? I'm provided with a lot of excited exotic vagina Behind the stained glass windows with pictures of angels Where the holy water's been replaced with Judas blood to pray to Kneeling in the pews Following the father's maze More crowded than Tiawan's whore houses on dollar days I am past the Point of being a pastor Inside of this wicked church I prove master
[Hook]: Curses since the first day of my birth They thirst for what my words are worth Once they're heard they'll scorch the Earth They tried to burn me in this church
Fire Brimstone Liars By my throne God bless My soul It hurts inside this wicked church
[Verse Two]: I've been through a lot of things that would've made you quit \"Too many puchlines. Chino rhymes too quick.\" But if your favorite garbage artist did it he's a genius Monkey's dancing around, don't even speak English Wonder if they'd feel me even if they can I'm Rembrant I'll spit into your corny camp until my lips cramp Fiscally I punish them Make ASCAP stand for Always See Chino XL Accumulating Publishing Displaying mayhem mannerisms That'll shatter your catechism More written compositions than there's crucifies in the Vatican Discouraging anyones adamant arrogance Shooting, strangling, cherubims riding through Heaven on chariots I'm no idiot Library books try to rent me I'm very literate, never dressing like Farnsworth Bentley I've had it up to here and there's nothing to fear image: http://static.urx.io/units/web/urx-unit-loader.gif
Except fear itself And even fear fears Chino XL
[Hook]: Curses since the first day of my birth They thirst for what my words are worth Once they're heard they'll scorch the Earth They tried to burn me in this church
Fire Brimstone Liars By my throne God bless My soul It hurts inside this wicked church
[Verse Three]: Medically it's sickness in my mental tissue Psychiatrist couldn't rescue Even my issues have got issues Giving every dollar I make to a major I'd rather have a blind bitch shave my balls with a razor My hatred's creative, berated gospel singers Spit enough acid, aiming to give euthenasia to every youth in Asia Savor with most wicked behavior on the Earth's soil Minister tried to baptise me, the water just started to boil They worship Steve Jobs for creating the Apple invention Ignoring the God that created the actual apple for our nutrition Rapping about what you paid for your garments Till your fragile life is ripped apart by extreme violence Shooting you through your temple Right through the window of your E-book Kindle While you're reading shamefully false Ann Coulter info Skitzo, morbid, ominmous poison poems Call your real estate agent I'm about to hit you close to home I can't lie You wearing them tight pants confuses me Why would a nigga wanna give his sperm count an eulogy? The Lyric Jesus spitting scriptures unmercifully But born to parents that would have lost custody to Charlie Sheen This industry is all wrong Rap skills invisible like albino niggas hitchhiking in a snow storm The wicked church is hoping hip hop will deteriorate So I'm spazzing out like Michael J. Fox with a Shake Weight
[Hook]: Curses since the first day of my birth They thirst for what my words are worth Once they're heard they'll scorch the Earth They tried to burn me in this church
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