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letra de beastin' - chino xl

[verse 1: k!llah priest]
i do chin-ups off a n-ggas bars, k!lling off whole squads
a nose guard 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 deringer like john wilkes booth
my palm still shoots ink, leaving rappers extinct
pulling gats out my mink, clap where you think
i go from god body to godzilla
to god forgive him till i hope god is with him
if not i spit jack, think witch dreams
of automatics, m-16s, submachines
slugly streams 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, k!llah priest

[hook: chino xl]
the type of rappers that be beastin’ {-2x-}

[verse 2: chino xl]
my saliva’s lava, the wicked anomalous scholar
the author composing your broken bones into an orchestra
burn in heaven, no weapon can harm me
these h0m-s been in the closets so long i’ma donate them to salvation army
calmly tearing ya flesh like the claws of a falcon
write songs till my wrist develops carpal tunnel syndrome
and there’s no feeling in my right thumb, my knuckles white and numb
you should see the muscular development in my forearms
i’m sworn human heron from here on
consider chino xl monster, f-ck charlize theron
you cling on to life like a skinny luther
i’m like an aircraft carrier going to war with a mini cooper
getting 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
sound alarms, i’m well armed, like an octopus tentacle
bust ten of you, trust none 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
slaying 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 till they breathing out of fish gills
every lyricist kneels to my internal, incurable inferno
i beat a n-ggas 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 your fangs
isn’t it strange it doesn’t change i’m a beast
the hungriest rapper alive picking human flesh out of my t–th
you get shot in the streets or in sentences like mystikal
don’t even call rap rap no more, call it chino xl

- chino xl

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