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Chino XL f/ Killah Priest - Текст песни Beastin'
[Killah Priest]
 I do chin-ups of a niggaz bars, killin' off whole squads
 It's those gone off the line of scrimmage
 Beginners are finished, I'm relentless
 My spit game injures, I'm the ninja
 Blow on trees like winters
 In the centre, keep a sinister smile
 with the dillinger like John Wilkes Booth
 My palm still shoots ink, leavin' rappers in stink
 Pullin' gats out my mink, clap where you think
 I go from God Body to Godzilla to God forgive him
 'Til I hope God is with him
 If not I spit jack, think witch dreams
 Of automatics, M-16s, submachines
 Slugly screams of blood
 Clear out clubs, air out mugs, put wings on thugs
 It's your screams I love
 I sample them, put on 'em on Pro Tools
 And Ad-lib 'em with vocals, Killah Priest
 [Chorus: Chino XL]
 The type of rappers that be Beastin' x2
 [Chino XL]
 My saliva's lava, the wicked anomalous scholar
 The author composin' your broken bones into an orchestra
 Burn in Heaven, no weapon can harm me
 These homos been in the closets so long I'ma donate them to Salvation Army
 Calmly tearin' ya flesh like the claws of a falcon
 Write songs 'til my wrist develops Carpal Tunnel SyndromeChino XL f/ Killah Priest - Beastin' - http://ru.motolyrics.com/chino-xl-f-killah-priest/beastin-lyrics.html
 And there's no feelin' in my right thumb, my knuckles white and numb
 You should see the muscular development in my forearms
 I'm swarn human heron from here on
 Consider Chino XL a monster, fuck Charlize Theron
 You cling on to life like a skinny Luther
 I'm like an aircraft carrier goin' to war with a Mini Cooper
 Gettin' used to being crazy
 as a double jointed female doctor bent over, delivering her own baby
 Anti-Medical, non-preventable
 Make you and a dead man identical
 Sallow arms are well armed like an octopus
 Medical bust, penny you trust, non of you
 I'm the murdering minister when God is upset at you
 Right on schedule, calligraphers spit a comprehensible
 Poison Pen always the illest, today he's exceptional
 Slayin' professional between big deals
 I get jobs at McDonalds and throw cyanide pills into kids meals
 I slaughter individuals, throw rappers through windshields
 Slice them from ear to ear 'til they breathin' out of fish scales
 Every lyricist kneels to my internal, incurable inferno
 I beat a niggaz haircut into crop circles
 Hear the smotherless pain
 Be the main attraction in a circus how I can juggle your jugular vein
 I stumble and aim if you merely just mumble my name
 Crumple your fame, cripple ya fangs
 Isn't it strange it doesn't change I'm a beast
 The hungriest rapper alive pickin' human flesh out of my teeth
 You get shot in the streets or in sentences like Mystikal
 Don't even call rap rap no more, call it Chino XL
















