Wyldfyer - Bad Man Bible lyrics

[Intro: Chino XL] Chapter and verse from the Bad Man Bible [Verse 1: Chino XL] I swear, ma**acre should be at least my middle name I'm a beast with fangs that'll maim and I am immune to pain I maintain with a brain that is clinically insane Biologists never seen nothing like it, it's a new strain At a cellular level, cold as the Ukraine And modern science is too young for Chino to be explained His fame is so for the birds it feels like I'm growing wings And haters look so small from where I am, in the clouds and things Y'all like b**hes do anything to get my attention I'm inflicting brutality, banned from Geneva Conventions They wanna cut me out of history but I ain't dying My heart is fire, my mind is water, my body's iron Sound the siren, the tyrant giant that'll never tire God's child out of wild, defying the empire Surviving those that conspire against Ghetto Vampire Sick control freaks like Beyonce's father Smarter to know these cowards hold they stand astounding Genius level, should be performing wearing a cap and gown Mentally disturbed, disturb me, get your family buried My heart's an empty cavity that can only be filled in by murder Stomp your f**ing face till you bleed from every orifice Make your life a living hell till the Devil's paying me mortgage Witness, I got a brain sickness that's twisted As Lawrence Taylor in that crack hotel with underage b**hes Hoping God grant me leniency, turned all my pain into strength They could sell my tears at a GNC I try to stay healthy, right and keep my physique tight And black don't crack, nor will my Puerto Rican side I hate people, I shake lethal, the straight strange cerebral Possess the trait to facilitate great evil Lyric Jesus surrounded by his seven disciples Singing songs of survival from Bad Man Bible [Hook x2: Chino XL] Bible, have you ever heard about the Bad Man Bible? Tell you about the k**er and his 12 disciples That's why we come in pumping rifle Bad Man Bible [Verse 2: Chino XL] The real nightmare is here, embarra**ing Making your bad dreams look like nursery rhymes in comparison I spit gospel when speaking Rappers are angry like Superhead with lockjaw on All-Star Weekend You can hear it and feel it in your spirit that d**h's approaching My rhymes are inflammatory, someone get the Ibuprofen Been groping in darkness but my time's now f** milk cartons, they'll be stenciling your face on live cows Stop Chino, they know that they better k** him Or I'm finding and turning they p**no movies to a snuff film My scribbling is the equivalent of shivering children That were trapped and sealed in a Haitian building But the faith was never given in My venom that I'm penning like grinning jack-o-lanterns Lit and flickering, n***as running like gingerbread men taking insulin You don't want an incident, you're tripping with the wrong one That's self inflicted suicide like Marie Osmond's son Crazier than any man breathing a feeling that divert me Put that on a list of what I don't have, next to AIDS and mercy I stay in controversy, that's cursed as pagan worship Reverse of the perfect murder as hermit preaching a sermon That's currently birthing the urban servants serving certain persons Slicing and sacrificing virgins there is evil lurking Blood in the sand, I'm here to fulfill God's plan Write my name on your palm, I'm a problem on your hands [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Chino XL] The most pa**ionate, blasphemous, lyric Lazarus Sew you into a snuggie with hungry rats in it Apart from the partially awkward larceny See this heartfelt artistry? Mortally, I free the God in me I give an MC instant sympathy like crippled amputees From botched carpentry trying to singlehandedly try they hand at archery Whispers in blood, Bad Bible bury my sinning in ink I think I could inseminate a seminary It's scary, walking with a pound even when not needed And these stigmatas that I got, don't know how to stop bleeding The heathen, heaving, more wicked than any man breathing Articulately speaking, you're thieving, shrinking, it ain't worth repeating For any petty, measly reason I'm wild sick Your body won't even have a bone left to make a wish with The explicit misfit, k**er instinct, mystic Christian Spit at this thing, try to diss me, hang you from ceiling like P!nk Picture perfect, sinister, keeping the devil nervous Writing verses, making you reconsider your life purpose Every time I hear your name it's from getting punked You worse than a p**y cause a p**y only bleeds once a month I get drunk and high, take peyote, skydive Hit the ground after hallucinating, thousands of lines They want the lyric god dead even the best try My CDs in This n***a's Crazy section at Best Buy [Hook x2]