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Wicked Church Lyrics - Ricanstruction: The Black Rosary - Chino Xl

At this time I'd like to welcome back my congregation 

That's been waiting patient for me to distribute this information 

About this rap game and it's quality disintregration 

And stop blaming Waka Flaka he ain't why your shit ain't blazing 

Maybe something about your lack of originality 

And your content is a constant bragging right about your salary 

Then you're mad at me when I burn a verse like a fat calorie 

And I hurt you even worse, your woman is feeling me fanatically 

Dramatically I push myself to the brink of this art form 

Of course you ain't charging me, you're a rhinoceros with no horn 

I'm monsterous at home in a conflict zone 

My natural tone is hazardous then slash gashes through your blood and bone 

So I answer the phone 

"Hello. Can you call me back?" 

I'm blowed and scribe scrolls until there's bruises in my finger folds 

I'm mad at Rubin, spit it crude enough to start a riot 

My mind's fried like everything in black and Latin people's diets 

Psychotic, iconic, ironic,? 

I'm provided with a lot of excited exotic vagina 

Behind the stained glass windows with pictures of angels 

Where the holy water's been replaced with Judas blood to pray to 

Following the father's maze 

More crowded than Tiawan's whore houses on dollar days 

Point of being a pastor 

Inside of this wicked church I prove master 

Curses since the first day of my birth 

They thirst for what my words are worth 

Once they're heard they'll scorch the Earth 

They tried to burn me in this church 

It hurts inside this wicked church 

I've been through a lot of things that would've made you quit 

"Too many puchlines. Chino rhymes too quick." 

But if your favorite garbage artist did it he's a genius 

Monkey's dancing around, don't even speak English 

Wonder if they'd feel me even if they can 

I'll spit into your corny camp until my lips cramp 

Fiscally I punish them 

Make ASCAP stand for Always See Chino XL Accumulating Publishing 

Displaying mayhem mannerisms 

That'll shatter your catechism 

More written compositions than there's crucifies in the Vatican 

Discouraging anyones adamant arrogance 

Shooting, strangling, cherubims riding through Heaven on chariots 

Library books try to rent me 

I'm very literate, never dressing like Farnsworth Bentley 

I've had it up to here and there's nothing to fear 

And even fear fears Chino XL 

Curses since the first day of my birth 

They thirst for what my words are worth 

Once they're heard they'll scorch the Earth 

They tried to burn me in this church 

It hurts inside this wicked church 

Medically it's sickness in my mental tissue 

Psychiatrist couldn't rescue 

Even my issues have got issues 

Giving every dollar I make to a major 

I'd rather have a blind bitch shave my balls with a razor 

My hatred's creative, berated gospel singers 

Spit enough acid, aiming to give euthenasia to every youth in Asia 

Savor with most wicked behavior on the Earth's soil 

Minister tried to baptise me, the water just started to boil 

They worship Steve Jobs for creating the Apple invention 

Ignoring the God that created the actual apple for our nutrition 

Rapping about what you paid for your garments 

Till your fragile life is ripped apart by extreme violence 

Shooting you through your temple 

Right through the window of your E-book Kindle 

While you're reading shamefully false Ann Coulter info 

Skitzo, morbid, ominmous poison poems 

Call your real estate agent I'm about to hit you close to home 

You wearing them tight pants confuses me 

Why would a nigga wanna give his sperm count an eulogy? 

The Lyric Jesus spitting scriptures unmercifully 

But born to parents that would have lost custody to Charlie Sheen 

This industry is all wrong 

Rap skills invisible like albino niggas hitchhiking in a snow storm 

The wicked church is hoping hip hop will deteriorate 

So I'm spazzing out like Michael J. Fox with a Shake Weight 

Curses since the first day of my birth 

They thirst for what my words are worth 

Once they're heard they'll scorch the Earth 

They tried to burn me in this church 

It hurts inside this wicked church 

 

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