Check it  I catch more heat than a histitic jew
 You catch two thumbs down like a Matty Rich movie review
 Your individuality is missing like Adam Walsh
 Your image faker than the hair on Diana Ross
 Too far gone inside my art form
 Worshipping the ground that I walk on  that's cool
 But while you're being me who's being you?
 I'm hot like Patra  Doggystyle on all fours
 End your career like Christopher Williams did Al B. Sures
 Mass hysteria, malaria come to ya area
 You couldn't touch my style with Hands Across America
 I slaughter, spit in your water like Kidd homes
 Leave you need orthoscopic surgury like Quincey Jones
 Cause I can give Beverly, Demi and even Melvin Moore (more)
 Van Halen, Eddie, get Ellen ready make Pauly Shore (sure)
 Your new single sounds like the double dutch bust remix
 Watch you collapse and die like you was River Phoenix
 Me and rap go way back like LL's hairline
 Nigga fuck a punch line, I write fucking punch rhymes
 I'm gorgous so when I'm performing just leave your girls at home
 I'm the best thing to happen to bitches since the straightening comb
 When I'm up in 'em spittin' venoms I never go soft (never)
 I make that pussy snap Back Back Back and Forth
 Some more outtakes over B.Rich roughbreaks
 I write more rhymes han Rick James makes license plates
 So life every voice and sing
 Cause I don't need no partner to swing
 Hook:
 They don't know
 They don't need a partner to swing (X6)
 "More cash in my hand" - Grand Puba
 Verse 2:
 Surrounded by more mysteries than the stone henge
 Warning your friends, Chino X could make the corrinor cringe
 Urinating in the audience when I perform
 Biting the heads of chickens and bats like Ozzy Osborne
 I got multiple personalities so be afraid
 The cypher is ? I'm Jim Jones now here's the Kool-Aid
 You better recognize and know the time like Barisa or dance like
 Kid'N'Play
 Cause You Ain't Gonna Hurt Nobody
 You better fear will I knife or stick in you
 Look up at the sky and ask why has God forsaken you
 Chin-wa! Bringin' new styles that MC's couldn't start
 While the walls be closin' in on them like fat around Dr. J's heart
 To keep in shape I scrap knives and I take lives
 Subliminally I encourage teenage suicide
 When my video is on the Box you gets to orderin'
 People want to know the 4-1-1 on art of origin
 I was bitter got richer, the nigga child molester
 Throwin' out my shit like Red Fox did Ann Nester
 Can't be productive when your partner is just a lazy bitch
 Leaves you feeling frusterated like you signed to Wild Pitch
 Now like Sammy Davis ran from the IRS
 You better run from that nigga Chino X
 And if you score well then perform, MC's with hesitence
 Remember you can be replaced like Ann did on Crushed Grapes
 You're man is holding you up don't front like everything is dandy
 Peace to 5 foot 6 now I'm out like John Candy
 Hook (x4)
 verse 3:
 So now you gotta put in time if you wanna get near me
 But you can't hear me, cause you're an asshole like Dennis Leary
 Leave you crispy like the children of Kadaffi
 You couldn't get no justice if you dug up Thurgo Marshall's body
 My career is right out of the bible in the show bizness
 I drop my staff it turn to snakes just like Moses
 If I found a new crew with same circumstances
 Catch the L and they'll be assed out like Prince's pants
 I'm back on track without another nigga urfin' me
 Peace to Ragman, now I'm out like Freddy Mercury
 So lift every voice and sing
 Cause I don't need no partner to swing
 Hook (x3