| At this time I’d like to welcome back my congregation
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| That’s been waiting patient for me to distribute this information
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| About this rap game and it’s quality disintegration
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| And stop blaming Waka Flocka he ain’t why your shit ain’t blazing
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| Maybe something about your lack of originality
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| And your content is a constant bragging right about your salary
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| Then you’re mad at me when I burn a verse like a fat calorie
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| And I hurt you even worse, your woman is feeling me fanatically
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| Dramatically I push myself to the brink of this art form
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| Of course you ain’t charging me, you’re a rhinoceros with no horn
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| I’m monstrous at home in a conflict zone
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| My natural tone is hazardous then slash gashes through your blood and bone
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| So I answer the phone
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| «Hello. |
| Can you call me back?
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| I’m blowed and scribe scrolls until there’s bruises in my finger folds»
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| I’m mad at Rubin, spit it crude enough to start a riot
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| My mind’s fried like everything in black and Latin people’s diets
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| Psychotic, iconic, ironic, modest, ??
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| I’m provided with a lot of excited exotic vagina
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| Behind the stained glass windows with pictures of angels
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| Where the holy water’s been replaced with Judas blood to pray to
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| Kneeling in the pews
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| Following the father’s maze
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| More crowded than Tijuana whore houses on dollar days
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| I am past the
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| Point of being a pastor
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| Inside of this wicked church I prove master
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| Curses since the first day of my birth
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| They thirst for what my words are worth
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| Once they’re heard they’ll scorch the Earth
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| They tried to burn me in this church
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| (Fire
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| Brimstone
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| Liars
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| By my throne
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| God bless
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| My soul
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| It hurts inside this wicked church)
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| I’ve been through a lot of things that would’ve made you quit
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| «Too many puchlines. |
| Chino rhymes too quick.»
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| But if your favorite garbage artist did it he’s a genius
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| Monkey’s dancing around, don’t even speak English
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| Wonder if they’d feel me even if they can
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| I’m Rembrandt
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| I’ll spit into your corny camp until my lips cramp
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| Fiscally I punish them
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| Make ASCAP stand for Always See Chino XL Accumulating Publishing
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| Displaying mayhem mannerisms
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| That’ll shatter your catechism
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| More written compositions than there’s crucifixes in the Vatican
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| Discouraging anyone’s adamant arrogance
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| Shooting, strangling, cherubim riding through Heaven on chariots
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| I’m no idiot
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| Library books try to rent me
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| I’m very literate, never dressing like Fonzworth Bentley
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| I’ve had it up to here and there’s nothing to fear
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| Except fear itself
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| And even fear fears Chino XL
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| Curses since the first day of my birth
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| They thirst for what my words are worth
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| Once they’re heard they’ll scorch the Earth
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| They tried to burn me in this church
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| (Fire
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| Brimstone
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| Liars
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| By my throne
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| God bless
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| My soul
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| It hurts inside this wicked church)
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| Medically it’s sickness in my mental tissue
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| Psychiatrist couldn’t rescue
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| Even my issues have got issues
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| Giving every dollar I make to a major
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| I’d rather have a blind bitch shave my balls with a razor
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| My hatred’s creative, berated gospel singers
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| Spit enough acid, aiming to give euthanasia to every youth in Asia
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| Savior with most wicked behavior on the Earth’s soil
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| Minister tried to baptize me, the water just started to boil
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| They worship Steve Jobs for creating the Apple invention
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| Ignoring the God that created the actual apple for our nutrition
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| Rapping about what you paid for your garments
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| Till your fragile life is ripped apart by extreme violence
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| Shooting you through your temple
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| Right through the screen window of your E-book Kindle
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| While you’re reading shamefully false Ann Coulter info
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| Schizo, morbid, ominous poison poems
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| Call your real estate agent I’m about to hit you close to home
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| I can’t lie
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| You wearing them tight pants confuses me
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| Why would a nigga wanna give his sperm count an eulogy?
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| The Lyric Jesus spitting scriptures unmercifully
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| But born to parents that would have lost custody to Charlie Sheen
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| This industry is all wrong
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| Rap skills invisible like albino niggas hitchhiking in a snow storm
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| The wicked church is hoping hip hop will deteriorate
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| So I’m spazzing out like Michael J. Fox with a Shake Weight
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| Curses since the first day of my birth
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| They thirst for what my words are worth
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| Once they’re heard they’ll scorch the Earth
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| They tried to burn me in this church
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| (Fire
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| Brimstone
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| Liars
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| By my throne
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| God bless
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| My soul
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| It hurts inside this wicked church) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wicked Church , by - Chino XL. Song from the album RICANstruction: The Black Rosary, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп