Artist: Chino XL Album: RICANstruction: The Black Rosary Song: Bad Man Bible Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro] Chapter and Verse, from the Bad Man Bible [Chino XL] I swear, massacre should be at least my middle name I'm a beast with fangs, I don't maim and I am immune to pain I maintain with a brain that is clinically insane Biologists never seen nothin 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 feels like I'm growin 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 inflictin brutality, banned from Geneva Conventions They wanna cut me out of history but I ain't dyin 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 the wild, defyin the empire Survivin those that conspire against +Ghetto Vampire+ Sick control freaks like Beyoncé's father Smarter, to know these cowards hold they stand, astoundin Genius level should be performin wearin 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 fuckin face 'til you bleed from every orifice Make your life a livin hell 'til the devil's payin me mortgage Witness, I got a brain sickness that's twisted as Lawrence Taylor in that crack hotel with underage bitches Hopin 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, no but 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 Singin songs of survival from Bad Man Bible [Chorus 2X: Chino XL] Bible, have you ever about the Bad Man Bible? Tell you 'bout the killer and his twelve disciples That's why we come and pump the rifle ... Bad Man Bible [Chino XL] Yeah, the real nightmare is here embarrassin Makin your bad dreams look like nursery rhymes in comparison I spit gospel when, speakin Rappers are angry like Superhead with lockjaw on All-Star Weekend You can hear it and feel it in your spirit that death's approachin My rhymes are inflammatory, someone get the Ibuprofen Then grow up in the darkness but my time's now Fuck milk cartons, they'll be stencilin your face on live cows To stop Chino they know that they'd better kill him or I'm findin and turnin they porno movies to a snuff film My scribblin is the equivalent to shiverin children that were trapped and sealed in the Haitian buildings but the faith was never given in My venom that I'm pennin like grinnin jack-o-lanterns lit and flickerin Niggaz runnin like gingerbread men takin insulin You don't want an incident, you trippin with the wrong one That's self-inflicted suicide like Marie Osmond's son Fear of any man breathin the feelings that divert me Put that on a list of what I don't have next to AIDS and mercy I stay in controversy that's cursed as Pagan worship Reverse of the perfect murder as hermit preachin a sermon that's currently birthin the urban servants servin certain persons Slicin and sacrificin virgins, there is evil lurkin Blood in the sand, I'm here to fulfill God's plan Write my name on your palm, I'm a problem on yo' hands nigga~! [Chorus] [Chino XL] Yo, the most passionate, blasphemous, Lyric Lazarus Sew you into a snuggie with hungry rats in it Apart from the partially awkward larceny See this heartfelt artistry, mortally I free the God in me I give an MC instant sympathy like crippled amputees from botched carpentry tryin to single-handedly try they hand at archery Whispers in blood, bad bible bury My sinning in ink, I think I could inseminate a seminary It's scary walkin with a pound even when not needed And these stigmatas that I got don't know how to stop bleedin The heathen, heavin more wicked than any man breathin Articulately speakin, your thieving's shrinkin, ain't worth repeatin For any petty measily reason I'm wild sick Your body won't even have a bone left to make a wish with The explicit misfit, killer instinct, mystic Christian spit at this thing Try to diss me hang you from ceilings like P!nk Picture perfect, sinister keepin the devil nervous Writin verses makin you reconsider your life purpose Every time I hear your name it's from gettin punked You worse than a pussy cause a pussy only bleeds once a month I get drunk and high, take peyote, skydive Hit the ground after hallucinating, thousands of lines They want the Lyric God dead, even the best try My CD's in This Nigga's Crazy section at Best Buy! [Chorus]