Bad Man Bible - Chino XL

I swear

Massacre should be at least my middle name

I’m a beast with fangs, I don’t maim and I am immune to pain

I maintain with a brain that is clinically insane

Biologists never seen nothing like it, it’s a new strain

At a cellular level, cold as the Ukraine

And modern science is too young for Chino to be explained

His fame is so for the birds it feels like I’m growing wings

And haters look so small from where I am, in the clouds and things

Y’all like bitches do anything to get my attention

I’m inflicting brutality, banned from Genneva Conventions

They wanna cut me out of history but I ain’t dying

My heart is fire, my mind is water, my body’s iron

Sound the siren, the tyran giant that’ll never tire

God’s child out of wild, defying the empire

Surviving those that conspire against Ghetto Vampire

Sick control freaks like Beyonce’s father

Smarter

To know these cowards hold they stand astounding

Genius level, should be performing wearing a cap and gown

Mentally disturbed, disturb me

Get your family buried

My heart’s an empty cavity that can only be filled in by murder

Stomp your fucking face till you bleed from every orafice

Make your life a living hell till the Devil’s paying me mortgage

Witness

I got a brain sickness that’s twisted

As Lawrence Taylor in that crack hotel with underage bitches

Hoping God grant me leniency

Turned all my pain into strength

They could sell my tears at a GNC

I try to stay healthy, right and keep my physique tight

And black don’t crack

No but my Puerto Rican side

I hate people, I shake lethal

The straight strange cerebral

Possess the trait to facilitate great evil

Lyric Jesus surrounded by his seven disciples

Singing songs of survival from Bad Man Bible

Bible

Have you ever heard about the Bad Man Bible?

Tell you about the killer and his 12 disciples

That’s why we come in pumping rifle

Bible

Have you ever heard about the Bad Man Bible?

Tell you about the killer and his 12 disciples

That’s why we come in pumping rifle

The real nightmare is here, embarassing

Making your bad dreams look like nursery rhymes in comparison

I spit gospel when speaking

Rappers are angry like Superhead with lockjaw on All-Star Weekend

You can hear it and feel it in your spirit that death’s approaching

My rhymes are inflamitory, someone get the Ibuprofen

To grow up in darkness but my time’s now

Fuck milk cartons, they’ll be stenciling your face on live cals

Stop Chino, they know that they better kill him

Or I’m finding and turning they porno movies to a snuff film