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(Chorus) Webagentur Leverkusen you know, how I always do, Chino XL, with the skills thats tried and true, Chino XL after all that I been through, Chino XL, Violate me, I'll murder you, Chino XL
(Verse 1) These rappers don't want it with big Chino XL I'll kick em in there necks and watch there bruised jaw swell But aww hell, at last, verbal murderin left from certain death Refer to me as less, but do it under there breath Cause I be hearin the death in they rhymes that they said But when I see em they bowin down like they bout to give me head I'm upset, yo lets get it on, Birds fly upside down over ya head, cause you ain't worth shittin on Hard you on the radio, what would I change The station when its on, I call the DJ and complain Its a shame, your recording all wrong You made a 3 minute song, thats 3 minutes too long Got flex droppin a bomb for the king of metaphors Remember they ain't stop makin guns after they made yours Y'all shittin in y'alls drawers, wonderin if I'ma diss 'em listen M rhymes tight, when I'm pissin, you whistlin Your decision that testin my expertism in combat, I'll expose that your not real like the "Blair Witch Project" As far as that album you dropped, I ain't feelin it I wouldn't buy your record if it had a hundred dollar bill in it... I'm killin it
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(Verse 2) Scream what the chorus is at live performances I be so high I mistake the whole front row for ?? I proved who the rawest is as time passes And fuck smoking weed, I'm smokin Bob Marley's ashes Let me introduce you to that yellow nigga illin, Breakin sky scraper rappers down to they tenement buildings Not respecting, a privilege, I fade em, stop crying like women, You know you 9 to 5 niggaz, martin luther king sit in's Head spinnin, lieutenant, menace, don't listen But we ain't leavin the blood of ya crew or ya children Ya neck stiffen's, fuck rippin, when you see me None of my gunshots are sound effect CD's Emcee's talkin bout how they spit, and they shit I do every bodily function on a nigga when I rip My format pushes your entire crew into the floor mat You'll be needin pet cemetary to try and bring ya dogs back
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(Verse 3) Still floss on the daily, out of the ordinary Survivor, drunk drivin with halle berry The wildest of any emcees, I'm hostile and irresponsible, The ill times, so Chino XL spits through gods nostrils Collosal with the gothic, gospel goodwill, Win awards and thank XL for making all things possible, Philosophical thug till I stop breathin, I'm so ahead of my time, my parents still are in diapers and teething Jesus' tears couldn't dampin me, horses can barely trample me, You hit me so hard, why ain't you just sample me Chino XL's the wrong one to violate, primate, I don't even speak english, I speak hate, I cheat fate and move death closer, Derek Barbosa, I beat Macy Gray to death with Erykah Badu's poster, The new ?, that'll hit on top of Blue's sofa, I'm her new owner, shes pickin me up in Huge's rover, Chino dissed me, rappers whine, To disrespect you, I would had to have respect for you at one time, I never did, and don't care, so come up on air Put your money where your mouth is, make my crotch a millionaire Air fair, exotic vacations, Bought my mom so many minks animal activist plot my assasination I'm rockin from aggravation, shit on any compilation Amazin with rhymes wrote while the president was Ronald Reagan
