Wicked Church - Chino XL, Chino XL, Ms. Germ, Ms. Germ

At this time I’d like to welcome back my congregation

That’s been waiting patient for me to distribute this information

About this rap game and it’s quality disintegration

And stop blaming Waka Flocka he ain’t why your shit ain’t blazing

Maybe something about your lack of originality

And your content is a constant bragging right about your salary

Then you’re mad at me when I burn a verse like a fat calorie

And I hurt you even worse, your woman is feeling me fanatically

Dramatically I push myself to the brink of this art form

Of course you ain’t charging me, you’re a rhinoceros with no horn

I’m monstrous at home in a conflict zone

My natural tone is hazardous then slash gashes through your blood and bone

So I answer the phone

«Hello.

Can you call me back?

I’m blowed and scribe scrolls until there’s bruises in my finger folds»

I’m mad at Rubin, spit it crude enough to start a riot

My mind’s fried like everything in black and Latin people’s diets

Psychotic, iconic, ironic, modest, ??

I’m provided with a lot of excited exotic vagina

Behind the stained glass windows with pictures of angels

Where the holy water’s been replaced with Judas blood to pray to

Kneeling in the pews

Following the father’s maze

More crowded than Tijuana whore houses on dollar days

I am past the

Point of being a pastor

Inside of this wicked church I prove master

Curses since the first day of my birth

They thirst for what my words are worth

Once they’re heard they’ll scorch the Earth

They tried to burn me in this church

(Fire

Brimstone

Liars

By my throne

God bless

My soul

It hurts inside this wicked church)

I’ve been through a lot of things that would’ve made you quit

«Too many puchlines.

Chino rhymes too quick.»

But if your favorite garbage artist did it he’s a genius

Monkey’s dancing around, don’t even speak English

Wonder if they’d feel me even if they can

I’m Rembrandt

I’ll spit into your corny camp until my lips cramp

Fiscally I punish them

Make ASCAP stand for Always See Chino XL Accumulating Publishing

Displaying mayhem mannerisms

That’ll shatter your catechism

More written compositions than there’s crucifixes in the Vatican

Discouraging anyone’s adamant arrogance

Shooting, strangling, cherubim riding through Heaven on chariots

I’m no idiot

Library books try to rent me

I’m very literate, never dressing like Fonzworth Bentley

I’ve had it up to here and there’s nothing to fear

Except fear itself

And even fear fears Chino XL

Curses since the first day of my birth

They thirst for what my words are worth

Once they’re heard they’ll scorch the Earth

They tried to burn me in this church

(Fire

Brimstone

Liars

By my throne

God bless

My soul

It hurts inside this wicked church)

Medically it’s sickness in my mental tissue

Psychiatrist couldn’t rescue

Even my issues have got issues

Giving every dollar I make to a major

I’d rather have a blind bitch shave my balls with a razor

My hatred’s creative, berated gospel singers

Spit enough acid, aiming to give euthanasia to every youth in Asia

Savior with most wicked behavior on the Earth’s soil

Minister tried to baptize me, the water just started to boil

They worship Steve Jobs for creating the Apple invention

Ignoring the God that created the actual apple for our nutrition

Rapping about what you paid for your garments

Till your fragile life is ripped apart by extreme violence

Shooting you through your temple

Right through the screen window of your E-book Kindle

While you’re reading shamefully false Ann Coulter info

Schizo, morbid, ominous poison poems

Call your real estate agent I’m about to hit you close to home

I can’t lie

You wearing them tight pants confuses me

Why would a nigga wanna give his sperm count an eulogy?

The Lyric Jesus spitting scriptures unmercifully

But born to parents that would have lost custody to Charlie Sheen

This industry is all wrong

Rap skills invisible like albino niggas hitchhiking in a snow storm

The wicked church is hoping hip hop will deteriorate

So I’m spazzing out like Michael J. Fox with a Shake Weight

Curses since the first day of my birth

They thirst for what my words are worth

Once they’re heard they’ll scorch the Earth

They tried to burn me in this church

(Fire

Brimstone

Liars

By my throne

God bless

My soul

It hurts inside this wicked church)