Asshole - Chino XL

I’m more known for beef than Bad Boy and Death Row

So when I’m finished rockin I hear, «You fuckin asshole!»

I get on stage at Summer Jam, piss on the front row

And have the whole crowd screamin out, «You fuckin asshole!»

You either love me or hate me, but you can’t stop my dough

I keep all the broke niggas thinkin, «You fuckin asshole!»

Your girl recognize me like cubans do Castro

Lemme see those middle fingers up high, «You fuckin asshole!»

I copped the Clark Kent joint, now what the fuck you gonna do?

Yo, I’mma spit till my whole bodies devoid of all this fluid

And you can’t even do it, imagine how ill I can get

You just assume to see Britney Spears on the cover of Jet

The government is after me for being internationally dastardly

Just ask the real MC’s who this illest yellow bastard be

Battle me and win if we battle to see who’s the brokest

I’m sicker than seeing Kelly Price doing aerobics

Sicker than finding out firsthand Jennifer Lopez can’t fuck

Sicker than seeing Richard Pryor in his wheelchair doing stand up

And what, I’m first, mom told me stay in my place

But I still never met my match like my ass and Shabba’s face

Got real ways to bring terror, so you better

Think twice about fuckin around with me like you see Tia and Tamera

Or avoid me totally, all consider with caution

Similar to deciding wether or not to drink after Magic Johnson

I Squash and hunt men with David Carradine Tai Kung Fu

The Rappers I’m writing rhymes for should be writing rhymes for you

Clark told me to just kill it when I write rhymes

But how many murders can I commit in one life time?

I never quit, I Remained on

Chino, mentally, verbally, off the meat rack like Rocky Balboa trained on

Swarm rappers from New York to LA

I’m the hottest latin entertainer since Ricky Martin is gay

Suede lyrics and ways, not invented yet

Make you look weaker than that Public Enemy record they sellin over the internet

I’m spending that money, bout to bloody up ya best shirt

My hearts blacker than the entire WB Network

Catch you at ya concert, sweaty like Gerald Levert

On Slim Fast, you ain’t gonna shoot or you would’ve been blast

Bitch ass, I’m Hopeless?

like Heavy D, I Focus

I talk so much shit I should swallow a dozen roses

Foes is something I can’t let survive

I hate to end this off on a bad note like SWV live

Chino is as Chino does, no love

I’m doing this mostly for the money, like EPMD Reunion was

Take the first bait

Your deaths assured like head from a french girl on the first date

But don’t hate this «best-life-form-to breathe», oxygen

Rock hotter than halogen, servin a verbal ((?))

Slobbering, it ain’t right, the industry ruined my life

I’ve been black balled like I’m Cuba Gooding Jr’s white wife

A high price, leave you dead above the waste

I’m The Artist, without a pound of makeup on my face

My verbal assaults extend way beyond battle rhymes

Verses of mines like construction of God to a human mind

So don’t miss a line, but you can rewind

So it don’t even matter like lights left off or on to a man blind

«Yo, he’s wack, slow down the pace»

I’m wack?

I’ll just retire and blame it on god, like Mase