Chino Xl - Even if it k**s Me lyrics

[Chino XL] Momma don't want me to be a rapper no more She want me to be an actor plus an entrepreneur I'm still raw, make your dog need a chiropractor Biggest balls, most courage that this game's ever saw {*BLAM*} Now who want it with Conan, no man Find yourself in soft sand 'til your glands With no chance floatin in oceans with no hands With plans to land abortions on grown men Distortion got my name blown out of proportion Been forced into fame ever since I was orphaned Awesome, 'til I'm in my coffin dressed up Bullets screamin like seven babies that's left in a dumpster n***as murdered over music, at the funerals The priest that knows of these beefs, and to sermon When I see y'all n***as back in a minute, my anger infinite eternally And love Jesus so much? Meet him personally I'll make a n***a Crip-walk naturally Make him do Rock's People Eyebrow permanently Only f** with a woman if it benefit me Ex and amphetamine fiend, energy like I took 20 Xanadrine Serene, verbal marine, curdle your dream Disgusting like Ed Gein, bury ya team Burial things, screaming lyrics filthy Seething spirits tell me to spit sh**, even if it k**s me [Hook] (Yo) In the event somebody ends me Bury my pen by my side (that's right) Maybe then the world is gonna feel me Tell my little girls not to cry (don't cry baby) My dreams told me to quit music Too many pray for my demise But even if it costs, my life I'll al-ways write (even if it k**s me) [Chino XL] Cowards pull tools but scared to take shots Expected to die soon like Michael J. Fox Take rocks then flip 'em, avoidin incarceration In a bathroom cuttin coke on a baby-changin station Whole generation of rappers I wanna erase, they fake I'll drink a gallon of gas, piss right in they f**in face They won't admit they bit, I ain't even 30 yet I'mma rip 'til I'm shriveled up like Jack Nic in About Schmidt You ain't about sh**, bring any MC I'll joust it No need for Viagra, your album leave me bored stiff Born sick, stickin a dick to Kimora Simmons Could cure Pam Anderson V.D. how much my penicillin I said it's illin, instead of stealin was feelin aight 'til my rhyme came to life and tried to murder me last night (oh sh**) Woke up feverish, what I write ain't for the squeamish In fact, you my Target like where broke n***as buy they sneakers at [Hook] [Chino XL] Yo, I'm constantly consulted by the inventors of Scrabble I ha**le, cause I no longer battle, I baffle I'll smash you, make you look ridiculous Like that h*mo Justin from American Idol's blond afro Meticulous, Barbosa the Barbarian, a livin statue Emotionless, dosed up off PCP capsules Conquering, capture the castle, angry Viking, I'm ma**ive Comin with 80 thousand n***as ridin on camels Relying on sandles, the light source; moon, sun and candles In a cave I witnessed the writing of the Book of Matthew Waiting to make the Pearly Gates f** 22's, I'll put you in a wheelchair, you'll be on 38's Coming on high horse, you'll leave with the Red Cross Draped in a red cloth, of course My Puerto Rican family consider me the only Latin MC With the ability to pick it up where Pun left off Legendary shoes to fit, but I'm an M-F And if you anger the mammoth, you will not see another sabbath You vanish, f** the dead necrophilia Scholars collectin Chino's saliva for memorabilia [Hook] - repeat 2X