Chino Xl - Hell Song lyrics

[Intro: Chino XL] You're not gon' believe this! This is really happening, everybody stand up Oh, Tech Nina! Chino XL, everybody rise! [Hook: Chino XL & M.O.P.] (Fire!) It's like hell on one song (Fire!) It's like the whole hell on one song (Untamable, nonflammable) One stage, one hell, one song [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Instead of hard-a** n***as they bring women And they mimickin' men again, when it spin it's freakin' feminine sh** is sugar and cinnamon, this is hood and it's hitting Adrenaline, sinister sin again, n***as diminishing Finishing puffs, let thy f*gs bat they eyelash I clash with industry enemies, kiss my a** If you think you runnin' with my cash Ain't no tellin' what kind of the calibers fly past Soo-woop in this, my loot's in it, so I'mma shoot with it Boosted it, my crew spit it, like Amaru in that Juice flitick Now *'s neck tie is loose fitted Nina left them laying like a razor blade noose did it, who's with it? Tech Nina and Chino's Katrina flow wrecking * Let's team up with lingo that'll bring us more chips than Casino Now everyone's paid, maybe cause the gun's played Nina and Chino XL, one song, one stage [Hook] [Verse 2: Chino XL] I'll smoke you, like a detriment to the environment While you stand in astonishment wondering where the sun went Abandonment in war, hesitant after the message I sent You're praying that I'm catholic and murder's what I'm giving up for lent The road that I'm traveling is sharper than the surgeon's scalpel When the screams of d**h * * militant Adam's apple * Acid *, feeling like a slave when he was shackled and More beef than even the IRS and Willie Nelson was in Making the venomous cringe in the head Fortune, torture, scorching my skin, still injected into my skeleton No embellishing, poison pen, prodigal protestant, modest * * * with a hatchet, walking in bloody moccasins Been particularly partial to hide the harsh arsenal Inside a sparse hospital, spacy bars like Mars, completely orbital Ain't a record company that can market you Chino the narcissist, heartless hunter, I will carca** you God said, "Let there be light" I said, "I got you, my n***a, tonight, but that's only cause you asked nice My occupation spit sick lyrics outta my mouth I clocked in the job when I was nine and I'm never clocking out Face it, every verse Chino basically k**s So I stick to the script like an actor with no improvisational sk**s Dudes mad that what I'm recording is more important Than adopted an orphan or Slick Rick being deported Or the bootlegged Jordan you wore and you tore in Florida Fallin' for a foreigner who*e in a Porsche, now she extortin' ya Sorry ya can't get my warrior formula, you're too dumb Screaming 'bout money and b**hes, n***a, you ain't got neither one The verbal clergyman serving disturbing effects With permanent Terminix for ticks that's coming out the woodwork next C-Cartridge spitter, surviving the harshest artic winter Lethargic winner, sinner, still centered as one of Gods' Incredible carnivorous critters, sicker, k**er arch Chino did for lyrics what the movie Jaws did for sharks Lyrical Jesus and Tech N9ne, spaz, promo Pa** loco, y'all rappers are mad h*mo, cash bonos [Hook] (x2)