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[Verse 1] These rappers saying lines I never quote They faker than them letter that Solar be claiming that Guru wrote I wanna slit they throat and go berserk and stab kids I'm underground and don't give a fuck who Rebecca Black is Distributing these knuckles straight across your glass chin I will Manute Bol a nigga, I put 'em in a long casket The monster spitter that's sinister as a witches cackling H1N1 off my tongue but there is no vaccine I'm brash and nocturnal and graphic like a whores journal So I don't gotta rhyme till I'm turning purple to merk and serve you I get more checks than my ese homie Stermal When I clear you out early like a Jonas Brother's curfew You try to sue the hospital Couldn't be saved by breathing tubes Jesus wearing a T-Shirt that saying "What Would Chino Do?" I'm here to seal your doom XL is a problem You will never see me coming like a camouflage condom The true villain, never through killing My haters are just big fans, should be spinning on my bedroom ceiling But Chino got ammo for every coward that's hated him And a trigger finger that's twitching like Mohammad Ali's brainstem [Hook] I don't wanna hurt you but I will if I have too {X4} [Verse 2] It's uncanny how many are ready to end me I deserve Emmys and Grammys and plenty of pennies And these pretty Chevy's on hydrolics Verses like they're on anabolics Making rappers cry like babies when they got the colic These artists wanna be me bad If imitation is the highest form of flattery Than my raps should be as flat as Paris Hilton's ass I'm trying to bring light skin back But El Debarge can't keep his path out of rehab The Puerto Rican spic been sicker than Auswitch Since Noah's Ark was just a pile of woodchips You think you're fabulous till the savages double barrellers Outside your house and it's singing like Christmas carollers I spit till I'm raspy I'm sicker than Raz-B When Chris Stokes, nah erase that shit it's fucking nasty You softer than Avril Levine shooting shrapnal at the king The madder rapper that'll shatter your bladder matter and spleen It's an animal thing and on your grave I will dance on Your pussy CD will not go double tampoon [Hook]: [Verse 3] Yo They try to mimic my energy, it ain't meant to be Consider me Hannibal Lecter giving out food recipes Your ass kicked and your path to the casket choosed Bastards rubbing me the wrong way like a bad masseuse Ricanstruction ain't an album it's a murder exhibition Sit back and turn the skeleton key into the ignition Hold hands in a senance realize that the table's risen In an industry that's frail and fucking calcium deficient Thank Heaven that the visionary Poison Pen has back arisen Fucking every beat that I'm given in missionary position My rhymes were not written for fame or to get rich But therapeutically put my childhood in the electric chair and hit the switch