[Chorus]
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 their necks and watch their bruised jaw swell
But all hail the last verbal murderer left, I'm certain death
Refer to me as less, but do it under their breath
Cause I be hearin the theft 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
Heard 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'mma diss 'em listen
My rhymes tight when I piss it be 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 feeling it
I wouldn't buy your record if it had a $100 bill in it...
I'm killin it
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 their necks and watch their bruised jaw swell
But all hail the last verbal murderer left, I'm certain death
Refer to me as less, but do it under their breath
Cause I be hearin the theft 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
Heard 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'mma diss 'em listen
My rhymes tight when I piss it be 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 feeling it
I wouldn't buy your record if it had a $100 bill in it...
I'm killin it
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