Artist: Chino XL f/ Tech N9ne Album: RICANstruction: The Black Rosary Song: Hell Song Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Chino XL] You not gon' believe this! This is really happening Everybody stand up, oh! Tech Nina, Chino XL, everybody rise! [Chorus: Chino XL] {*w/ M.O.P. sample*} {"FIYAH!"} It's like hell on one song {"FIYAH!"} It's like the whole hell on one song {"Untameable, non-flammable"} One stage, one hell, one song [Tech N9ne] Instead of hard-ass niggaz they bring women in They mimickin men again, when it spin it's frickin feminine Shit is sugar and cinnamon, this is hood and it's hittin adrenaline Sinister sin again, niggaz diminishin Finishin punks, let thy fags bat they eyelash I clash with industry enemies, kiss my ass If you think you runnin with my cash Ain't no tellin what kind of the calibers fly past S-woopin is my lieutenent so I'ma shoot when it's boost-idded My crew spit it like Amaru in that "Juice" fliddick Knots around his necktie is loose fitted Nina left 'em layin like a razor blade noose did it, who's wit it? Tech Nina and Chino's Katrina, flow wreck and kill Nemo Best team up with lingo that'll bring us more chips than casinos Now everyone's paid, maybe cause the gun's played Nina and Chino XL, one song, one stage [Chorus] [Chino XL] I will smoke you, like a detriment to the environment While you stand at astonishment wonderin where the sun went Abandonment and war hesitant after the message I sent You're prayin that I'm Catholic and murder's what I'm givin up for Lent The road that I'm travellin is sharper than a surgeon's scalpels when the screams are deafer than a militant Adam's apple tacklin Acid affluent feelin like a slave when he was shackled in More beefer than even the IRS and Willie Nelson was in (ohh!) Makin the venomous cringe in the hell that it's in The misfortune torture scorchin my skin, skill injected into my skeleton No embellishin, +Poison Pen+ prodigal Protestant Modest and bothersome Taino with a hatchet walkin in bloody moccasins Been particularly partial to hide a harsh arsenal inside of sparse hospitals, spacey bars like Mars completely orbit you Ain't a record company that can market you Chino the narcissist, heartless hunter I will carcass you (yeah!) When God said "Let there be light" I said "I got you my nigga tonight but that's only cause you asked nice" My occupation's spit sick lyrics outta my mouth I clocked in the job when I was 9 and I'm never clockin out Face it, every verse Chino basically kills So I stick to the script like an actor with no improvisational skills (crazy!) Dudes mad that what I'm recordin is more important than adoptin an orphan or Slick Rick bein deported or them bootleg Jordans you wore when you're tourin Florida Fallin for a foreigner whorin a Porsche, now she extortin ya Sorry you can't get my warrior formula, you're too dumb Screamin 'bout money and bitches, nigga you ain't got neither one (nah!) The verbal clergyman servin disturbin effects with permanent Terminix for ticks that's comin out the woodwork next Cartridge spitter, survivin the harshest arctic winter Lethargic winner, sinner, still centered as one of God's incredible carnivorous critters, sicker with the killer arts Chino did for lyrics what the movie "Jaws" did for sharks (get 'em!) Lyrical Jesus and Tech N9ne spaz promo, pass loco Y'all rappers are mad homo, Chaz Bono's [Chorus] - 2X