[Verse 1: Chino XL]
You'd better get a compass when you enter the labyrinth of my mind
Dark Sabbath, Chino of Nazareth, habit is to spit the holy sacraments on a satanic shrine
Have your pancreatic functions stop and mummify
Melting your fragile flesh fabric into wine
Stitch buttons into your eyes like the puppet Coraline
Thought I saw a street kid selling me chicle, your performance is borderline
Take this slashing from this sword of mine
Blood is flying from a distance, you'd think I'm doing a verse from Tech N9ne in pantomime
Chino's manuscript have you feelin' unsatisfactory
And madder than a mosquito that is locked in a mannequin factory
I've always been advanced in almost every way that is possible
When I was born, I drove my little self home from the hospital
Mathematical patterns that could shatter that of the pyramids
Lyricist, I be givin' death a near Chino experience
In a sanitarium in anger
My existence makin' Mother Nature pray that she catch ovarian cancer
Indiscretions against the church got me running from my past
Till I ended up in a cheap hotel room naked with no lights
Neons blinking in the night, 2 strange groupies
Half a bottle of Goldschlager, loaded revolver on a table on my right
To my left, a Bible that I transcribed in reverse
I called Lyft to come get me but nothing can ever lift this curse
The worst, but my revenge is spot on like Mike Pence
Swearing two Muslim women into Congress using a Quran
You'd better get a compass when you enter the labyrinth of my mind
Dark Sabbath, Chino of Nazareth, habit is to spit the holy sacraments on a satanic shrine
Have your pancreatic functions stop and mummify
Melting your fragile flesh fabric into wine
Stitch buttons into your eyes like the puppet Coraline
Thought I saw a street kid selling me chicle, your performance is borderline
Take this slashing from this sword of mine
Blood is flying from a distance, you'd think I'm doing a verse from Tech N9ne in pantomime
Chino's manuscript have you feelin' unsatisfactory
And madder than a mosquito that is locked in a mannequin factory
I've always been advanced in almost every way that is possible
When I was born, I drove my little self home from the hospital
Mathematical patterns that could shatter that of the pyramids
Lyricist, I be givin' death a near Chino experience
In a sanitarium in anger
My existence makin' Mother Nature pray that she catch ovarian cancer
Indiscretions against the church got me running from my past
Till I ended up in a cheap hotel room naked with no lights
Neons blinking in the night, 2 strange groupies
Half a bottle of Goldschlager, loaded revolver on a table on my right
To my left, a Bible that I transcribed in reverse
I called Lyft to come get me but nothing can ever lift this curse
The worst, but my revenge is spot on like Mike Pence
Swearing two Muslim women into Congress using a Quran
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