(feat. Killah Priest)



[Killah Priest]

I do chin-ups of a niggaz bars, killin' off whole squads

It's those gone off the line of scrimmage

Beginners are finished, I'm relentless

My spit game injures, I'm the ninja

Blow on trees like winters

In the centre, keep a sinister smile

with the dillinger like John Wilkes Booth

My palm still shoots ink, leavin' rappers in stink

Pullin' gats out my mink, clap where you think

I go from God Body to Godzilla to God forgive him

'Til I hope God is with him

If not I spit jack, think witch dreams

Of automatics, M-16s, submachines

Slugly screams of blood

Clear out clubs, air out mugs, put wings on thugs

It's your screams I love

I sample them, put on 'em on Pro Tools

And Ad-lib 'em with vocals, Killah Priest



[Chorus: Chino XL]

The type of rappers that be Beastin' [x2]



[Chino XL]

My saliva's lava, the wicked anomalous scholar

The author composin' your broken bones into an orchestra

Burn in Heaven, no weapon can harm me

These homos been in the closets so long I'ma donate them to Salvation Army

Calmly tearin' ya flesh like the claws of a falcon

Write songs 'til my wrist develops Carpal Tunnel Syndrome

And there's no feelin' in my right thumb, my knuckles white and numb

You should see the muscular development in my forearms

I'm swarn human heron from here on

Consider Chino XL a monster, fuck Charlize Theron

You cling on to life like a skinny Luther

I'm like an aircraft carrier goin' to war with a Mini Cooper

Gettin' used to being crazy

as a double jointed female doctor bent over, delivering her own baby

Anti-Medical, non-preventable

Make you and a dead man identical

Sallow arms are well armed like an octopus

Medical bust, penny you trust, non of you

I'm the murdering minister when God is upset at you

Right on schedule, calligraphers spit a comprehensible

Poison Pen always the illest, today he's exceptional

Slayin' professional between big deals

I get jobs at McDonalds and throw cyanide pills into kids meals

I slaughter individuals, throw rappers through windshields

Slice them from ear to ear 'til they breathin' out of fish scales

Every lyricist kneels to my internal, incurable inferno

I beat a niggaz haircut into crop circles

Hear the smotherless pain

Be the main attraction in a circus how I can juggle your jugular vein

I stumble and aim if you merely just mumble my name

Crumple your fame, cripple ya fangs

Isn't it strange it doesn't change I'm a beast

The hungriest rapper alive pickin' human flesh out of my teeth

You get shot in the streets or in sentences like Mystikal

Don't even call rap rap no more, call it Chino XL