Chuck Inglish - XXL lyrics

[Verse 1] Can't be touched, lightning strike hitting the earth Is kinda like the beat when I finally decide spit a verse If your scared go to church, thats how he turned to a preacher Of non-believers, adolescents and male deceivers A teacher of evil, Mastermind of the sequel We only speak Inglish and spreading it to the people Then Shoot em up, mindset of an abstinent Cause he's the reason for dads absence And adds that his Dad was a f*ggot left damage and no compa**ion So his ego is somewhere buried where the hatchet is Used to chop limbs, non-surgical Considering to dig it back up just to murder you With your Top off, human drain hung vertical After a dedicated d**h grip 'round his cervical This sh** ain't personal But I spit on p**ys and leave it dead for its funeral I'm the one, Satan's son, damn these kids start too young No fun, pop one in your head with my BB gun Never old, bronze to gold, only 8 years to go No secret message to claim that he sold his soul 2020