New Chino XL (Ft. Pacewon & Spider Da God)

[**Note 2 fellow genius folk: lyrics need some editing. Rock on!]

Intro: Chino XL

Yeah....this some cool shit
Yo I don't wanna, like, we ain't want no new niggas, like
I don't fuck with anybody I ain't know already, like, for decades and shit
You know what I'm saying? This is just...not that kind of thing
Im high as shit


Verse 1: Chino XL
I'm in the whirlwind, got that Puerto Rican tornado turnt that'll more than likely pull your girl in
I'm Rocky in Russia training in that shearling
That ?'ll ? bury you in Berlin
Syllable surfin' every vowel that I howl like I'm thirstin' spurtin' verses that'll make you uncertain that I'm even a person
Leavin' the Percocets perkin'
Even having a perfect perky tits twerkin' in a purple shirt
Heathen she's schemin' trying to make me morph into her boyfriend
She must be on morphine
Maybe my ? that'll make her a a pre-abortion toy-thing
Imitating lyricists I am a rap survival I want a copyright infringement lawsuit against the holy bible
I am not your fan I am not a disciple
I'm prime when I slap you across the face with a motorcycle
My syllables slash like that of the last airbender
Not wearing tight pants givin' me cramps like a transgender
I'm liable to give a rival a ? lobotomy and all them Twitter's and meme's they all apply to me
Don't try to chat up the man that ran up the Jacob's ladder
That'll I'll emphatically flatten any rap cat turn 'em into fecal matter
You got bars but your image is something I can't feel
My nigga Smitty drop drums over your head like an anvil
I'm made out of steel my haters will never prevail
No new people in my circle the devils that want to try to level the playing field