Tech N9ne - Hell Song lyrics

[Intro: Chino XL] You're not gonna believe this! This is really happening, everybody stand up Oh! Tech N9na! Chino XL! Everybody rise! [Hook: Chino XL] (Fire!) It's like hell on one song (Fire!) It's like the whole hell on one song (Untameable, nonflammable) One stage, one hell, one song [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Instead of hard-a** n***as they bring women in They mimicking men again, when it spin it's freaking 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 running with my cash Ain't no telling what kind of the calibres fly past So woo bidness, my loot's in it, so I'ma shoot with it Boosted it, my crew spit it, like Amaru in that Juice flitick Now Ceremi's necktie is loose fitted N9na left 'em laying like a razor blade noose did it, who's with it? Tech N9na and Chino's Katrina flow wreck and k** Nemo Let's team up with lingo, that'll bring us more chips than casinos Now everyone's paid, maybe cause the gun's played N9na 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 travelling is sharper than a surgeon's scalpel When your screams are deafening, a militant Adam's apple Tackling acid affluent, feeling like a slave when he was shackled in More beef than even the IRS and Willie Nelson was in Making me venomous cringe in the hellish synonyms Fortune, torture, scorching my skin, still injected into my skeleton No embellishing, Poison Pen, prodigal protestant Modest and bothersome Taino with a hatchet, walking in bloody moccasins Been particularly partial to hide a harsh arsenal Inside a sparse hospital, spacy bars like Mars, completely orbit you Ain't a record company that can market you Chino the narcissist, heartless hunter, I will carca** you When 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 adopting an orphan or Slick Rick being deported Or the bootlegged Jordans you wore in your tour in Florida Falling for a foreigner who*e in a Porsche, now she extorting 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 Arctic winter Lethargic winner, sinner, still centered as one of Gods' Incredible carnivorous critters, sicker with the k**er arch Chino did for lyrics what the movie Jaws did for sharks Lyrical Jesus and Tech N9ne, spaz, promo Past local, y'all rappers are mad h*mo, Chaz Bonos [Hook] (x2)