Afraid Of Nothing Lyrics - Ricanstruction: The Black Rosary - Chino Xl

"I ain't scared of nothing" - Richard Pryor 

[Hook]: 

Wild out, this is it, bless your shit, lunatic 

You ain't scared, go ahead, put your hands high 

Get 'em 

Wild out, this is it, bless your shit, lunatic 

You ain't scared, go ahead, put your hands high 

Get 'em 

My only weakness is 

I ain't scared of nothing 

My only weakness is 

I ain't scared of nothing 

My only weakness is 

I ain't scared of nothing 

My only weakness is 

I ain't scared of nothing 

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[Verse One]: 

That nigga Chino XL is a cold menace 

That ain't scared of nothing like I got no nerve endings 

With the sickest sentence that is known from here to Venice 

Since Rick Rubin signed my demo, been stronger than wooly mammoths 

Heart darker than Black Sabbath 

A real master of words that causes Havoc like Prodigy's partner's parents 

Syllable chemist, was 16 with my first 12" 

Destine 

I had no choice like an arranged marriage 

Like an inbred, tie you up in a toolshed 

Hang you upside down and beat you till your piss turns red 

Make you an invalid 

Yes I'm sick and into it 

It makes my heart warm like hating my father when I was a kid 

No saving grace, I'm using razor blades to slash your arms 

You're left for days and ate by gators in the Everglade swamps 

I ain't scared of nothing, I'm stubborn, a live wire 

My name in sign language is a middle finger on fire 

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[Hook]: 

My only weakness is 

I ain't scared of nothing 

My only weakness is 

I ain't scared of nothing 

My only weakness is 

I ain't scared of nothing 

My only weakness is 

I ain't scared of nothing 

Wild out, this is it, bless your shit, lunatic 

You ain't scared, go ahead, put your hands high 

Get 'em 

Wild out, this is it, bless your shit, lunatic 

You ain't scared, go ahead, put your hands high 

Get 'em 

[Verse Two]: 

I'm that brolic god of carnage that would body college 

Sick as gynecologists, spit collagen at live pirahanas 

Eat cyanide olives by a cottage in the farthest forest 

Burning down a farmer's crops just when he was about to harvest 

My vocal cords will murder yours from sheer power wattage 

Your comments, "Why did the plague of Chino rain down upon us?" 

Silence 

I'm breaking your legs, you're nausious 

You can't run again like a president that already served two terms in office 

Living lawless, raw performance for the riches 

Put you down like toliet seats when you live in a house full of bitches 

Sicker than Caeser's syphilis 

And Jonbenet Ramsey's killers 

And pictures of Natalie Holloway's titties (can I get a witness?) 

My spirit is big so I don't fear a thing 

I'll karate kick Steven Segal in his lace front wig 

Fuck a pig 

Hop out the whip and shatter your ribs 

Wearing a mask in broad daylight like Michael Jackson's kids did 

And I'll flip and then whip you to death with a marble bar stool 

And dig up your corpse so I can drive in the lane for car pool 

How do you think you can threaten the metaphor weapon 

That's responsible for inventing this industry's rebellion? 

Hellion 

Dark scoundrel 

Me fearing someone? 

Over my dead body nigga, Gary Coleman 

[Hook]: 

My only weakness is 

I ain't scared of nothing 

My only weakness is 

I ain't scared of nothing 

My only weakness is 

I ain't scared of nothing 

My only weakness is 

I ain't scared of nothing 

Wild out, this is it, bless your shit, lunatic 

You ain't scared, go ahead, put your hands high 

Get 'em 

Wild out, this is it, bless your shit, lunatic 

You ain't scared, go ahead, put your hands high 

Get 'em 

"I ain't scared of nothing" 

[Verse Three]: 

Lungs of a champion 

I take one breath and start an album and don't breathe again until I'm sitting at mastering 

Chino the ambassador, caster of the spell of a massacre 

Hell is the task of thee assassin that does more spazing per capita 

Serving half of the bastard rappers, inhaling cancer, breath out asthema 

Dump your body in the back of a factory canister 

My position is vivid, if it's a gimmick I give it 

60 minutes than exhibit the sickest village verbal spillage 

Worship my words 

I got more game than Wild Life Preserves 

I'm purging out sperm in a perma perm in a groupie birth 

I stand firm in the stance that Chino XL is the handsomest 

No time for romance and shit, I'm on my Charles Manson shit 

I got so many bars that I could apply for a liquor license 

Not the lesbian type that's dyking but Viking trips I'm writing 

Where my similes are similar and liken to a Lycan 

Werewolf in the night that'll have you and your Christ afterlife you liking 

I'm fighting, managing, keeping savage at all costs 

Fuck showers I'm dragging Mark Zimmerman through a car wash 

I rhyme to the point of exhaust and killing everybody 

And copied 16 and sloppy and played out like Ed Hardy 

You started, I'm slashing, I don't wanna hear you're sorry 

Leave your face fractured, twisted backward like Whitney's baby daddy Bobbi 

I'm the illest is what the gossip is 

Wanna rep your state? 

Alright, I'm beat you into the state of unconsciousness 

Monsterous until I'm posthumous it's obvious 

Me fearing anybody breathing, simply nonsense 

My only weakness is 

I ain't scared of nothing 

My only weakness is 

I ain't scared of nothing 

My only weakness is 

I ain't scared of nothing 

My only weakness is 

I ain't scared of nothing