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chino xl - murder rhyme kill lyrics

[excerpt]
and guess, what? i’ll split your f+ckin’ head open again. i don’t give a f+ck about you. you go get my money or i put your f+ckin’ head to sleep

[intro: vinnie paz]
yeah (pa+pa+pa+pa+pa!)
yo, c! (que paso, hermano?)
[?] da vinci
stu bangas (pull the music)
c’mon, man, it’s pack pistol pazzy, man
f+ckin’ d+ckhead! you know the f+ckin’ time
you stupid! yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: vinnie paz]
put another forty in the trench
at my worst, i will still drop forty off the bench (i will!)
your block not gory and your shorty is a wench
og cookin’ and i’m nauseous from the stench
this a nighthawk and a mag’
say you f+cked up one time but you talking to [?] (you talkin’ to police)
my ahki need me, he call me, i’m right there (there!)
you muhf+ckas tryna k!ll suttin’ that’s not there (there!)
better to be a fisherman than given a fish
you was stuck inside the matrix, homie, this is a glitch
it’s the bottom of the knife, pa, swing at the pitch
if we talkin’ ’bout oricha, then i’m bringin’ a witch
son gone, i ain’t think of his name since (nah)
and son know i’m good everywhere like i’m j. prince (rappin’ [?])
we get paper, the arboretum
it’s [?] shooters and they eastern european, ha!
[verse 2: chino xl]
[?]
i couldn’t find odds, so i decided i’d fight everybody else
the lyrical jesus, fanbase

- chino xl lyrics

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