Hell Song - Chino XL

You’re not gon' believe this!

This is really happening, everybody stand up

Oh!

Tech N9na!

Chino XL!

Everybody rise!

(Fire!) It’s like hell on one song

(Fire!) It’s like the whole hell on one song

(Untamable, nonflammable)

One stage, one hell, one song

Instead of hard-ass niggas they bring women

And they mimickin' men again, when it spin it’s freakin' feminine

Shit is sugar and cinnamon, this is hood and it’s hittin'

Adrenaline, sinister sin again, niggas diminishin'

Finishin' puffs, let thy fags bat they eyelash

I clash with industry enemies, kiss my ass

If you think you runnin' with my cash

Ain’t no tellin' what kind of the calibers fly past

Soo-woop in this, my loot’s in it, so I’mma shoot with it

Boosted it, my crew spit it, like Amaru in that Juice flitick

Now Ceremi’s necktie is loose fitted

N9na left 'em layin' like a razor blade noose did it, who’s with it?

Tech N9na and Chino’s Katrina flow wreck and kill Nemo

Let’s team up with lingo, that’ll bring us mo' chips than Casino

Now everyone’s paid, maybe cause the gun’s played

N9na and Chino XL, one song, one stage

I’ll smoke you, like a detriment to the environment

While you stand in astonishment wondering where the sun went

Abandonment in war, hesitant after the message I sent

You’re praying that I’m catholic and murder’s what I’m giving up for lent

The road that I’m traveling is sharper than the surgeon’s scalpel

When the screams of death * * militant Adam’s apple *

Acid *, feeling like a slave when he was shackled and

More beef than even the IRS and Willie Nelson was in

Making the venomous cringe in the head

Fortune, torture, scorching my skin, still injected into my skeleton

No embellishing, poison pen, prodigal protestant, modest

Been particularly partial to hide the harsh arsenal

Inside a sparse hospital, spacy bars like Mars, completely orbital

Ain’t a record company that can market you

Chino the narcissist, heartless hunter, I will carcass you

God said, «Let there be light»

I said, «I got you, my nigga, tonight, but that’s only cause you asked nice»

My occupation spit sick lyrics outta my mouth

I clocked in the job when I was nine and I’m never clocking out

Face it, every verse Chino basically kills

So I stick to the script like an actor with no improvisational skills

Dudes mad that what I’m recording is more important

Than adopted an orphan or Slick Rick being deported

Or the bootlegged Jordan you wore and you tore in Florida

Fallin' for a foreigner whore in a Porsche, now she extortin' ya

Sorry ya can’t get my warrior formula, you’re too dumb

Screaming 'bout money and bitches, nigga, you ain’t got neither one

The verbal clergyman serving disturbing effects

With permanent Terminix for ticks that’s coming out the woodwork next

C-Cartridge spitter, surviving the harshest artic winter

Lethargic winner, sinner, still centered as one of Gods'

Incredible carnivorous critters, sicker, killer arch

Chino did for lyrics what the movie Jaws did for sharks

Lyrical Jesus and Tech N9ne, spaz, promo

Pass loco, y’all rappers are mad homo, cash bonos