Have 2 Lyrics - Ricanstruction: The Black Rosary - Chino Xl

[Verse 1] 

These rappers saying lines I never quote 

They faker than them letter that Solar be claiming that Guru wrote 

I wanna slit they throat and go berserk and stab kids 

I'm underground and don't give a fuck who Rebecca Black is 

Distributing these knuckles straight across your glass chin 

I will Manute Bol a nigga, I put 'em in a long casket 

The monster spitter that's sinister as a witches cackling 

H1N1 off my tongue but there is no vaccine 

I'm brash and nocturnal and graphic like a whores journal 

So I don't gotta rhyme till I'm turning purple to merk and serve you 

I get more checks than my ese homie Stermal 

When I clear you out early like a Jonas Brother's curfew 

You try to sue the hospital 

Couldn't be saved by breathing tubes 

Jesus wearing a T-Shirt that saying "What Would Chino Do?" 

I'm here to seal your doom 

XL is a problem 

You will never see me coming like a camouflage condom 

The true villain, never through killing 

My haters are just big fans, should be spinning on my bedroom ceiling 

But Chino got ammo for every coward that's hated him 

And a trigger finger that's twitching like Mohammad Ali's brainstem 

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[Hook] 

I don't wanna hurt you but I will if I have too {X4} 

[Verse 2] 

It's uncanny how many are ready to end me 

I deserve Emmys and Grammys and plenty of pennies 

And these pretty Chevy's on hydrolics 

Verses like they're on anabolics 

Making rappers cry like babies when they got the colic 

These artists wanna be me bad 

If imitation is the highest form of flattery 

Than my raps should be as flat as Paris Hilton's ass 

I'm trying to bring light skin back 

But El Debarge can't keep his path out of rehab 

The Puerto Rican spic been sicker than Auswitch 

Since Noah's Ark was just a pile of woodchips 

You think you're fabulous till the savages double barrellers 

Outside your house and it's singing like Christmas carollers 

I spit till I'm raspy 

I'm sicker than Raz-B 

When Chris Stokes, nah erase that shit it's fucking nasty 

You softer than Avril Levine shooting shrapnal at the king 

The madder rapper that'll shatter your bladder matter and spleen 

It's an animal thing and on your grave I will dance on 

Your pussy CD will not go double tampoon 

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[Hook]: 

[Verse 3] 

Yo 

They try to mimic my energy, it ain't meant to be 

Consider me Hannibal Lecter giving out food recipes 

Your ass kicked and your path to the casket choosed 

Bastards rubbing me the wrong way like a bad masseuse 

Ricanstruction ain't an album it's a murder exhibition 

Sit back and turn the skeleton key into the ignition 

Hold hands in a senance realize that the table's risen 

In an industry that's frail and fucking calcium deficient 

Thank Heaven that the visionary Poison Pen has back arisen 

Fucking every beat that I'm given in missionary position 

My rhymes were not written for fame or to get rich 

But therapeutically put my childhood in the electric chair and hit the switch