Carlos Bess - Beastin' lyrics

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Carlos Bess - Beastin' lyrics

[Verse 1: k**ah Priest] I do chin-ups off a n***as bars, k**ing off whole squads A nose guard off the line of scrimmage Beginners are finished, I'm relentless, my spit game injures I'm the ninja, blow on trees like winters In the centre, keep a sinister smile With the dillinger like John Wilkes Booth My palm still shoots ink, leaving rappers extinct Pulling gats out my mink, clap where you think I go from God Body to Godzilla To God forgive him till I hope God is with him If not I spit jack, think witch dreams Of automatics, M-16s, submachines Slugly streams of blood Clear out clubs, air out mugs, put wings on thugs It's your screams I love, I sample them, put on 'em on Pro Tools And Ad-lib 'em with vocals, k**ah Priest [Hook: Chino XL] The type of rappers that be Beastin' {*2X*} [Verse 2: Chino XL] My saliva's lava, the wicked anomalous scholar The author composing your broken bones into an orchestra Burn in Heaven, no weapon can harm me These h*mos been in the closets so long I'ma donate them to Salvation Army Calmly tearing ya flesh like the claws of a falcon Write songs till my wrist develops Carpal Tunnel Syndrome And there's no feeling in my right thumb, my knuckles white and numb You should see the muscular development in my forearms I'm sworn human heron from here on Consider Chino XL Monster, f** Charlize Theron You cling on to life like a skinny Luther I'm like an aircraft carrier going to war with a Mini Cooper Getting used to being crazy As a double jointed female doctor bent over, delivering her own baby Anti-Medical, non-preventable Make you and a dead man identical Sound alarms, I'm well armed, like an octopus tentacle Bust ten of you, trust none of you I'm the murdering minister when God is upset at you Right on schedule, calligraphers spit a comprehensible Poison Pen always the illest, today he's exceptional Slaying professional between big deals I get jobs at McDonalds and throw cyanide pills into kids meals I slaughter individuals, throw rappers through windshields Slice them from ear to ear till they breathing out of fish scales Every lyricist kneels to my internal, incurable inferno I beat a n***as haircut into crop circles Hear the smotherless pain Be the main attraction in a circus how I can juggle your jugular vein I stumble and aim if you merely just mumble my name Crumple your fame, cripple your fangs Isn't it strange it doesn't change I'm a beast The hungriest rapper alive picking human flesh out of my teeth You get shot in the streets or in sentences like Mystikal Don't even call rap rap no more, call it Chino XL

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