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