[Killah Priest]nI do chin-ups of a niggaz bars, killin' off whole squadsnIt's those gone off the line of scrimmagenBeginners are finished, I'm relentlessnMy spit game injures, I'm the ninjanBlow on trees like wintersnIn the centre, keep a sinister smilenwith the dillinger like John Wilkes BoothnMy palm still shoots ink, leavin' rappers in stinknPullin' gats out my mink, clap where you thinknI go from God Body to Godzilla to God forgive himn'Til I hope God is with himnIf not I spit jack, think witch dreamsnOf automatics, M-16s, submachinesnSlugly screams of bloodnClear out clubs, air out mugs, put wings on thugsnIt's your screams I lovenI sample them, put on 'em on Pro ToolsnAnd Ad-lib 'em with vocals, Killah Priestnn[Chorus: Chino XL]nThe type of rappers that be Beastin' [x2]nn[Chino XL]nMy saliva's lava, the wicked anomalous scholarnThe author composin' your broken bones into an orchestranBurn in Heaven, no weapon can harm menThese homos been in the closets so long I'ma donate them to Salvation ArmynCalmly tearin' ya flesh like the claws of a falconnWrite songs 'til my wrist develops Carpal Tunnel SyndromenAnd there's no feelin' in my right thumb, my knuckles white and numbnYou should see the muscular development in my forearmsnI'm swarn human heron from here onnConsider Chino XL a monster, fuck Charlize TheronnYou cling on to life like a skinny LuthernI'm like an aircraft carrier goin' to war with a Mini CoopernGettin' used to being crazynas a double jointed female doctor bent over, delivering her own babynAnti-Medical, non-preventablenMake you and a dead man identicalnSallow arms are well armed like an octopusnMedical bust, penny you trust, non of younI'm the murdering minister when God is upset at younRight on schedule, calligraphers spit a comprehensiblenPoison Pen always the illest, today he's exceptionalnSlayin' professional between big dealsnI get jobs at McDonalds and throw cyanide pills into kids mealsnI slaughter individuals, throw rappers through windshieldsnSlice them from ear to ear 'til they breathin' out of fish scalesnEvery lyricist kneels to my internal, incurable infernonI beat a niggaz haircut into crop circlesnHear the smotherless painnBe the main attraction in a circus how I can juggle your jugular veinnI stumble and aim if you merely just mumble my namenCrumple your fame, cripple ya fangsnIsn't it strange it doesn't change I'm a beastnThe hungriest rapper alive pickin' human flesh out of my teethnYou get shot in the streets or in sentences like MystikalnDon't even call rap rap no more, call it Chino XL