Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Finish Him, artist - Chino XL. Album song Dopest Indie Hip-Hop, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 13.07.2017
Record label: Down
Song language: English
Finish Him |
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen |
Here’s a heavyweight on the comeback trail |
Five tales in a row, gunning for a title belt |
Wearing white, brown, with red stripes |
Weighing two hundred and ten, and one-half pounds |
Don’t judge me, you don’t know me bro |
Approach me slow, okay doke, I’m the Holy Ghost |
I just choked the Pope with his rosary beads 'til he slowly broke |
You phony joke, i’m totally dope, no phony hoax |
I got this, close your nose, i’m toxic |
Flows and hoes get dropped quick |
Locksmith, heavy metal, deadly rebel, Gods gift |
The problem is, well, I say God don’t exist |
I made it this far with just blood, sweat and tears |
Long time coming, man, twenty-seven years |
The only thing I fear: my son having to see me fail |
It’ll never happen, if it does, well, i’ll be needing bail |
'Cause i’ma go out with a bang, fuck CD sales |
Can you read in between the lines or will you be needing braille? |
I got that delivery, boy, but I ain’t leaving mail |
Naw, yo, I’m Pablo Picasso with a hot flow |
I rock shots, you soft-shell tacos |
This cheddar is not yours |
Get it? |
Danny Savage, i’m macho |
The violent-est rhyme violinist |
Witness the wildest thing with prescribed and unravel rival |
Suicidal fitness |
By my psychiatrist i’m described as a psychotic |
Primal model study person and patient of extreme interest |
Chino is massive |
Like a 1969 speeding GTO judge with blood dripping from the caskets |
Don’t get burnt to ashes |
The Earth’s axis is easily shifted by my beastly slurred word |
Madness |
Your crew will need a war warranty |
The news report will read that fifteen people got show and wounded mortally |
I murder normally, your goons get exhumed and harpooned horribly |
By the dude that fucked an entire new sorority |
My tunes are not tools of conformity |
My speech is a freakish deformity removing rap falsities |
Verbal atrocities, perverse supposedly |
My evil cerebral is palsy possibly, applaud for me |