[Verse 1: Chino XL]
You'd better get a compass when you enter the labyrinth of my mind
Dark Sabbath, Chino of Nazareth, habit is to spit the holy sacraments on a satanic shrine
Have your pancreatic functions stop and mummify
Melting your fragile flesh fabric into wine
Stitch buttons into your eyes like the puppet Coraline
Thought I saw a street kid selling me chicle, your performance is borderline
Take this slashing from this sword of mine
Blood is flying from a distance, you'd think I'm doing a verse from Tech N9ne in pantomime
Chino's manuscript have you feelin' unsatisfactory
And madder than a mosquito that is locked in a mannequin factory
I've always been advanced in almost every way that is possible
When I was born, I drove my little self home from the hospital
Mathematical patterns that could shatter that of the pyramids
Lyricist, I be givin' death a near Chino experience
In a sanitarium in anger
My existence makin' Mother Nature pray that she catch ovarian cancer
Indiscretions against the church got me running from my past
Till I ended up in a cheap hotel room naked with no lights
Neons blinking in the night, 2 strange groupies
Half a bottle of Goldschlager, loaded revolver on a table on my right
To my left, a Bible that I transcribed in reverse
I called Lyft to come get me but nothing can ever lift this curse
The worst, but my revenge is spot on like Mike Pence
Swearing two Muslim women into Congress using a Quran
[Chorus: Chino XL]
You're a star that's exactly like a preacher
(Chino XL)
You came far to be such a cursed creature
*scratches*
Rain, hurricanes, bloodstains, apocalypse
Destroy the populous, yo, I'm miracle's opposite
Chino ain't even a human being, that's a compliment
I walk through walls, don't follow me, I'm miracle's opposite
I don't write rhymes, I scribble religion and scholarships
God ain't proud of it, I'm miracle's opposite
I was a baby left in a dumpster, I crawled my way up out of it
"You a miracle, son!" Nah, I'm miracle's opposite

[Verse 2: Chino XL]
Bomb ready like Palestine and Tel Aviv
I hit a n***a so hard that his fucking blood will bleed
Are you out of your mind? You don't wanna go rhyme for rhyme?
If mistakes make you smarter, then as an artist you should be Einstein
The relentlessness / aggressiveness, crass specialist
The best that there is, past the genesis of all last rap menaces
Infinite graphic images, your trash is limited
I'm gimmickless, ask all that I've scrimmaged and slashed
Turn into black volcanic liquid and ash
Brutal, unusual funeral brain inside of a strange parlor
I've been living off of rotten apples and acidic rainwater
My professional aggression an alphabetical scholar
Wearing skeletal armor, receiving a congressional medal of honor
Exceptional karma, wild vile horror
Biochemical aura, child of unmentionable drama
Hate created an unconventional martyr
You're slaughtered by the powers that I possess
Strong enough to knock a wild elephant out and won't break a sweat
Tell your management you're tired of performing for minimum wages
It's outrageous time wasted like threats of an impotent rapist
My generation could've done something important
We had the chance to change the world and still we opted for the newest Jordans
I'm cool as a Hindu cow but if we start grappling
I'll have your teeth looking like the East African actor that said "I am the captain now"
No clarity left in my mind
Insanity just don't run in my family
It sprints at a record time
[Chorus: Chino XL]
You're a star that's exactly like a preacher
(Chino XL)
You came far to be such a cursed creature
*scratches*
Rain, hurricanes, bloodstains, apocalypse
Destroy the populous, yo, I'm miracle's opposite
Chino ain't even a human being, that's a compliment
I walk through walls, don't follow me, I'm miracle's opposite
I don't write rhymes, I scribble religion and scholarships
God ain't proud of it, I'm miracle's opposite
I was a baby left in a dumpster, I crawled my way up out of it
"You a miracle, son!" Nah, I'm miracle's opposite