Artist: Chino XL Album: RICANstruction: The Black Rosary Song: Have 2 Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Chino XL] These rappers sayin lines I never quote They faker than them letters that Solar be claimin that Guru wrote I wanna slit they throat and go berserk and stab kids I'm underground and don't give a fuck who Rebecca Black is Distributin these knuckles straight across your glass chin I will Manute Bol a nigga, I put 'em in a long casket The monster spitter that's sinister as a witch's cacklin H1N1 off my tongue but there is no vaccine I'm brash and nocturnal and graphic like a whore's journal So I ain't gotta rhyme 'til I'm turnin purple to murk and serve you I get more checks than my esse homie Stermal When I clear you out early like a Jonas Brothers curfew You try to sue the hospital, couldn't be saved by breathin tubes Jesus wearin a t-shirt that's sayin "What Would Chino Do?" I'm here to seal your doom, XL is a problem You will never see me comin/cummin like a camouflage condom The true villain, never through killin My haters are just big fans, should be spinnin on my bedroom ceiling But Chino got ammo for every coward that's hated him and a trigger finger that's twitchin like Muhammed Ali's brainstem [Chorus: Chino XL] I don't wanna hurt you but I will if I have to I don't wanna hurt you but I will if I have to! I don't wanna hurt you but I will if I have to~! I DON'T WANNA HURT YOU BUT I WILL IF I HAVE TO~! [Chino XL] It's uncanny how many are ready to end me I deserve Emmys and Grammys and plenty of pennies And these pretty Chevys on hydraulics, verses like they're on anabolics Makin rappers cry like babies when they got the colic These artists wanna be me bad If imitation is the highest form of flattery then my raps should be as flat as Paris Hilton's ass I'm tryin to bring light-skinned back But El DeBarge can't keep his path out of rehab The Puerto Rican spic been sicker than Auschwitz Since Noah's Ark was just a pile of woodchips You think you're fabulous 'til the savages double barrellers outside of yo' house and it's singin like Christmas carollers I spit 'til I'm raspy, I'm sicker than Raz-B when Chris Stokes, nah erase that shit it's fuckin nasty You softer than Avril Lavigne, shootin shrapnal at the king The madder rapper that'll shatter your bladder, matter and spleen It's an animal thing and on your grave I will dance on Your pussy CD will not go double tampon! [Chorus] [Chino XL] Yo, they try to mimic my energy, it ain't meant to be Consider me Hannibal Lecter givin out food recipes Your ass kicked and your path to the casket choose Bastards rubbin me the wrong way like a bad masseuse "RICANstruction" ain't an album, it's a murder exhibition Sit back and turn the skeleton key into the ignition Hold hands in a séance, realize that the table's risen In an industry that's frail and fuckin calcium deficient Thank Heaven that the visionary +Poison Pen+ is back arisen Fuckin every beat that I'm given in missionary position My rhymes were not written for fame or to get rich But therapeutically put my childhood in electric chair and hit the switch