[Chorus: + (Chino XL)] Girl that's a fly (I told you so) Daddy up with the rhyme nigga (Yo, I told you so) Lyrically he crucifies niggaz (Yo, I you so) here, bye bye niggaz, ha hah! (Yo, check it out) Girl that's a fly (Yeah, I told you so) Daddy come up the rhyme nigga (Yo, I told you so) he crucifies niggaz (Bust it, I told you so) here, bye bye niggaz, ha hah! (Peep it, yo, yo)
XL] Multiplicty, out my clones Rap's turnin out more sweet proteges than Quincy My style shoes: never touched the ground My IQ so high it ain't no number a sound I'm Jim Brown in his day, toughest to tackle I'll leave your brains hangin out like Chris Rock's adam's I'm so rare, battlin Chino's like Yeah niggaz talk about it but don't really wanna go there I'm hooked in leather, never Create more tracks than Brandy and weaves put together This to if you rhyme like a daughter of mine You sound like me so I think my sperm's in your water supply With a war to I slaughter and mortify Creating a torture guy be and falsified And and authorised I autograph a girl's bra, I dont no men in shit, let's have a women-age-a-trois
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XL] On everything that I love, I rap genres.. than Chaka Khan was XL excederin verbal medicine sealed for Consider me the Master P of God Kirk Frank-lin 'em shank 'em and burn they skin Blast for laughs at actions is a blessin you cowards could only imagine You an X-Man like comic books, you an ex-man like RuPaul Run y'all leave y'all stiffer than Ken dolls You wanna start friction? Play Don and and.. .. end up gettin fucked like Ving in "Pulp Fiction" My rhymes hot they just trigger the sprinkler system Like that Eddie Murphy, call witch you comin up missin Now you gonna listen?! Or do I to remind you? I'll punch a hole your chest and give a pound to the man you Killin you and the that signed you like my Dad invented murder I til it's a torture to me, exhaust like a catalytic converter It's sad for me to admit I heard of, you, such a one There's so gay rappers they probably me cause I'm the straight one Plus chicks can't trick the light-skinned nigga with the long Nick Cage in an airplane these hoes couldn't +Con Air+
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XL] Yo, yo, you wanna raise up? Now that takes I house niggaz like light-skinned-ed Africans slavery I detonate crazily, a bomb, military disable me So loose in the cypher I got ashamed of me Fuck who you proclaim to be, reconsider on wrestlin and Goldberg was like "Chino that's a big nigga" I died a thousand deaths to skills such as this With delivery like where Arabs live: Sliding in events riding inside of with tints Been rhyming since Timberland trees were seeds; Burger was Prince Better run for the fence, click on all you rats I shoot blindly I'm Ray Charles with loaded gats (Shit) The fact is, I'm one of crazy half-black kids Like Jesus in the army but I earn my stripes zebras the H.I.V. I'm positive you don't wanna test I leave confused like homeless cats on house arrest
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