| These rappers saying lines I never quote
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| They faker than them letter that Solar be claiming that Guru wrote
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| I wanna slit they throat and go berserk and stab kids
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| I’m underground and don’t give a fuck who Rebecca Black is
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| Distributing these knuckles straight across your glass chin
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| I will Manute Bol a nigga, I put 'em in a long casket
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| The monster spitter that’s sinister as a witches cackling
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| H1N1 off my tongue but there is no vaccine
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| I’m brash and nocturnal and graphic like a whore’s journal
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| So I don’t gotta rhyme till I’m turning purple to merk and serve you
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| I get more checks than my ese homie Stermal
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| When I clear you out early like a Jonas Brother’s curfew
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| You try to sue the hospital
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| Couldn’t be saved by breathing tubes
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| Jesus wearing a T-Shirt that saying «What Would Chino Do?»
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| I’m here to seal your doom, XL is a problem
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| You will never see me coming like a camouflage condom
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| The true villain, never through killing
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| My haters are just big fans, should be spinning on my bedroom ceiling
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| But Chino got ammo for every coward that’s hated him
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| And a trigger finger that’s twitching like Muhammad Ali’s brainstem
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| I don’t wanna hurt you, but I will if I have to
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| I don’t wanna hurt you, but I will if I have to
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| I don’t wanna hurt you, but I will if I have to
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| I don’t wanna hurt you, but I will if I have to
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| It’s uncanny how many are ready to end me
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| I deserve Emmys and Grammys and plenty of pennies
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| And these pretty Chevy’s on hydrolics
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| Verses like they’re on anabolics
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| Making rappers cry like babies when they got the colics
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| These artists wanna be me bad
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| If imitation is the highest form of flattery
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| Than my raps should be as flat as Paris Hilton’s ass
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| I’m trying to bring light skin back
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| But El Debarge can’t keep his path out of rehab
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| The Puerto Rican spic been sicker than Auswitch
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| Since Noah’s Ark was just a pile of woodchips
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| You think you’re fabulous 'til the savages double barrellers
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| Outside your house and it’s singing like Christmas carollers
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| I spit till I’m raspy, I’m sicker than Raz-B
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| When Chris Stokes, nah erase that shit it’s fucking nasty
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| You softer than Avril Lavigne shooting shrapnal at the king
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| The madder rapper that’ll shatter your bladder matter and spleen
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| It’s an animal thing and on your grave I will dance on
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| Your pussy CD will not go double tampoon
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| Yo
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| They try to mimic my energy, it ain’t meant to be
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| Consider me Hannibal Lecter giving out food recipes
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| Your ass kicked and your path to the casket choosed
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| Bastards rubbing me the wrong way like a bad masseuse
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| Ricanstruction ain’t an album it’s a murder exhibition
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| Sit back and turn the skeleton key into the ignition
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| Hold hands in a senance realize that the table’s risen
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| In an industry that’s frail and fucking calcium deficient
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| Thank Heaven that the visionary Poison Pen has back arisen
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| Fucking every beat that I’m given in missionary position
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| My rhymes were not written for fame or to get rich
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| But therapeutically put my childhood in the electric chair and hit the switch |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Have 2 , by - Chino XL. Song from the album RICANstruction: The Black Rosary, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп