Chino XL - Hell Song lyrics

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Hell Song / Chino Xl[Intro: Chino XL]You not gon' believe this!This is really happeningEverybody stand up, oh!Tech Nina, Chino XL, everybody rise![Chorus: Chino XL] {*w/ M.O.P. sample*}{"FIYAH!"} It's like hell on one song{"FIYAH!"} It's like the whole hell on one song{"Untameable, non-flammable"}One stage, one hell, one song[Tech N9ne]Instead of hard-ass niggaz they bring women inThey mimickin men again, when it spin it's frickin feminineShit is sugar and cinnamon, this is hood and it's hittin adrenalineSinister sin again, niggaz diminishinFinishin punks, let thy fags bat they eyelashI clash with industry enemies, kiss my assIf you think you runnin with my cashAin't no tellin what kind of the calibers fly pastS-woopin is my lieutenent so I'ma shoot when it's boost-iddedMy crew spit it like Amaru in that "Juice" fliddickKnots around his necktie is loose fittedNina left 'em layin like a razor blade noose did it, who's wit it?Tech Nina and Chino's Katrina, flow wreck and kill NemoBest team up with lingo that'll bring us more chips than casinosNow everyone's paid, maybe cause the gun's playedNina and Chino XL, one song, one stage[Chorus][Chino XL]I will smoke you, like a detriment to the environmentWhile you stand at astonishment wonderin where the sun wentAbandonment and war hesitant after the message I sentYou're prayin that I'm Catholic and murder's what I'm givin up for LentThe road that I'm travellin is sharper than a surgeon's scalpelswhen the screams are deafer than a militant Adam's apple tacklinAcid affluent feelin like a slave when he was shackled inMore beefer than even the IRS and Willie Nelson was in (ohh!)Makin the venomous cringe in the hell that it's inThe misfortune torture scorchin my skin, skill injected into my skeletonNo embellishin, +Poison Pen+ prodigal ProtestantModest and bothersome Taino with a hatchet walkin in bloody moccasinsBeen particularly partial to hide a harsh arsenal inside of sparse hospitals, spacey bars like Mars completely orbit youAin't a record company that can market youChino the narcissist, heartless hunter I will carcass you (yeah!)When God said "Let there be light"I said "I got you my nigga tonight but that's only cause you asked nice"My occupation's spit sick lyrics outta my mouthI clocked in the job when I was 9 and I'm never clockin outFace it, every verse Chino basically killsSo I stick to the script like an actor with no improvisational skills (crazy!)Dudes mad that what I'm recordin is more importantthan adoptin an orphan or Slick Rick bein deportedor them bootleg Jordans you wore when you're tourin FloridaFallin for a foreigner whorin a Porsche, now she extortin yaSorry you can't get my warrior formula, you're too dumbScreamin 'bout money and bitches, nigga you ain't got neither one (nah!)The verbal clergyman servin disturbin effectswith permanent Terminix for ticks that's comin out the woodwork nextCartridge spitter, survivin the harshest arctic winterLethargic winner, sinner, still centeredas one of God's incredible carnivorous critters, sicker with the killer artsChino did for lyrics what the movie "Jaws" did for sharks (get 'em!)Lyrical Jesus and Tech N9ne spaz promo, pass locoY'all rappers are mad homo, Chaz Bono's[Chorus] - 2X