[Intro: Chino XL]
Chapter and verse from the Bad Man Bible
[Verse 1: Chino XL]
I swear, massacre should be at least my middle name
I'm a beast with fangs that'll maim and I am immune to pain
I maintain with a brain that is clinically insane
Biologists never seen nothing like it, it's a new strain
At a cellular level, cold as the Ukraine
And modern science is too young for Chino to be explained
His fame is so for the birds it feels like I'm growing wings
And haters look so small from where I am, in the clouds and things
Y'all like bitches do anything to get my attention
I'm inflicting brutality, banned from Geneva Conventions
They wanna cut me out of history but I ain't dying
My heart is fire, my mind is water, my body's iron
Sound the siren, the tyrant giant that'll never tire
God's child out of wild, defying the empire
Surviving those that conspire against Ghetto Vampire
Sick control freaks like Beyoncé's father
Smarter to know these cowards hold they stand astounding
Lyrxo level, should be performing wearing a cap and gown
Mentally disturbed, disturb me, get your family buried
My heart's an empty cavity that can only be filled in by murder
Stomp your fucking face 'till you bleed from every orifice
Make your life an living Hell 'till the Devil's paying me mortgage
Witness, I got a brain sickness that's twisted
As Lawrence Taylor in that crack hotel with underage bitches
Hoping God grant me leniency, turned all my pain into strength
They could sell my tears at a GNC
I try to stay healthy, right and keep my physique tight
And black don't crack, nor will my Puerto Rican side
I hate people, I shake lethal, the straight strange cerebral
Possess the trait to facilitate great evil
Lyric Jesus surrounded by his seven disciples
Singing songs of survival from Bad Man Bible
Chapter and verse from the Bad Man Bible
[Verse 1: Chino XL]
I swear, massacre should be at least my middle name
I'm a beast with fangs that'll maim and I am immune to pain
I maintain with a brain that is clinically insane
Biologists never seen nothing like it, it's a new strain
At a cellular level, cold as the Ukraine
And modern science is too young for Chino to be explained
His fame is so for the birds it feels like I'm growing wings
And haters look so small from where I am, in the clouds and things
Y'all like bitches do anything to get my attention
I'm inflicting brutality, banned from Geneva Conventions
They wanna cut me out of history but I ain't dying
My heart is fire, my mind is water, my body's iron
Sound the siren, the tyrant giant that'll never tire
God's child out of wild, defying the empire
Surviving those that conspire against Ghetto Vampire
Sick control freaks like Beyoncé's father
Smarter to know these cowards hold they stand astounding
Lyrxo level, should be performing wearing a cap and gown
Mentally disturbed, disturb me, get your family buried
My heart's an empty cavity that can only be filled in by murder
Stomp your fucking face 'till you bleed from every orifice
Make your life an living Hell 'till the Devil's paying me mortgage
Witness, I got a brain sickness that's twisted
As Lawrence Taylor in that crack hotel with underage bitches
Hoping God grant me leniency, turned all my pain into strength
They could sell my tears at a GNC
I try to stay healthy, right and keep my physique tight
And black don't crack, nor will my Puerto Rican side
I hate people, I shake lethal, the straight strange cerebral
Possess the trait to facilitate great evil
Lyric Jesus surrounded by his seven disciples
Singing songs of survival from Bad Man Bible
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