You're not gon' believe this!This is really happening, everybody stand upOh, Tech Nina! 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 songInstead of hard-ass niggas they bring womenAnd they mimickin' men again, when it spin it's freakin' feminineShit is sugar and cinnamon, this is hood and it's hittingAdrenaline, sinister sin again, niggas diminishingFinishing puffs, 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 pastSoo-woop in this, my loot's in it, so I'mma shoot with itBoosted it, my crew spit it, like Amaru in that Juice flitickNow *'s neck tie is loose fittedNina left them laying like a razor blade noose did it, who's with it?Tech Nina and Chino's Katrina flow wrecking *Let's team up with lingo that'll bring us more chips than CasinoNow everyone's paid, maybe cause the gun's playedNina and Chino XL, one song, one stageI'll smoke you, like a detriment to the environmentWhile you stand in astonishment wondering where the sun wentAbandonment in war, hesitant after the message I sentYou're praying that I'm catholic and murder's what I'm giving up for lentThe road that I'm traveling is sharper than the surgeon's scalpelWhen the screams of death * * militant Adam's apple *Acid *, feeling like a slave when he was shackled andMore beef than even the IRS and Willie Nelson was inMaking the venomous cringe in the headFortune, torture, scorching my skin, still injected into my skeletonNo embellishing, poison pen, prodigal protestant, modest* * * with a hatchet, walking in bloody moccasinsBeen particularly partial to hide the harsh arsenalInside a sparse hospital, spacy bars like Mars, completely orbitalAin't a record company that can market youChino the narcissist, heartless hunter, I will carcass youGod said, "Let there be light"I said, "I got you, my nigga, tonight, but that's only cause you asked niceMy occupation spit sick lyrics outta my mouthI clocked in the job when I was nine and I'm never clocking outFace it, every verse Chino basically killsSo I stick to the script like an actor with no improvisational skillsDudes mad that what I'm recording is more importantThan adopted an orphan or Slick Rick being deportedOr the bootlegged Jordan you wore and you tore in FloridaFallin' for a foreigner whore in a Porsche, now she extortin' yaSorry ya can't get my warrior formula, you're too dumbScreaming 'bout money and bitches, nigga, you ain't got neither oneThe verbal clergyman serving disturbing effectsWith permanent Terminix for ticks that's coming out the woodwork nextC-Cartridge spitter, surviving the harshest artic winterLethargic winner, sinner, still centered as one of Gods'Incredible carnivorous critters, sicker, killer archChino did for lyrics what the movie Jaws did for sharksLyrical Jesus and Tech N9ne, spaz, promoPass loco, y'all rappers are mad homo, cash bonos
