Chino Xl - Unaware lyrics

[Verse 1: Sadistik] Dead to rights, pinheads get ends of spikes I'm pegged Poe, Simon says, I Edgar Wright Over-heads and set for flight I feel bugged, a k**-buzz, like pesticide Anesthetized, testify next to die Lay me down to rest then we'll X the eyes Exorcised, Linda Blair, lend a pair Double tap like Fred Astaire when I get a stare Stairway to hell, I'll put a shiv into their chivalry Dr. Decker on a k**ing spree Last night I had a dream I was in a dream And every living thing I saw died in my vicinity Cold, Minnetonka ice, so Minnesota nice Home is Seattle so I roam with the poltergeists So deprived, sold souls, a lower price Vented, the sins since are so defiant [Verse 2: Metasota] Yeah, shock the globe before the bloggers try and stop the glory Sopped in codeine, stuck inside the net like soccer goalies Mobster stories turned the homies into Monster Cody's Half the squad's parolees eating mostaccioli Burning swishers never burning bridges, learn the business Born to lurk the village, forced to work the system Plotting on the block for a pocket full of slave owners Pitching satchels trying to profit off the chain smokers Deacon Frost amongst the daywalkers, wave choppers Remain conscious of the Blade's watching, grave robbers Fake postures, snake charmers, Jake Roberts I'll put them coons on your head like Dave Crockett [Verse 3: Sheisty Khrist] I aim, brains out, maim The thing about a rain drought it brings out pain I'm sippin' moonshine 'till the moon shine Then keep sippin' moonshine 'till it's noontime Until the darkness unfolds upon me Like origami, or a cold tsunami Cold cuts my skin like cold salami Mankind preying on me like an old swami I wear pain like a leopard skin, nah I wear pain like a leper's skin Someone once told me d**h was the end I guess this is where we begin, 'till then [Verse 4: Chino XL] (Let's go in) Sk** level high like a man that once fought God The Guinness book of world records is my kindergarten report card They said that I would never make it this far Drunk and dyslexic, I spit in any bars tips jar Rebel Armz, Psycho Realm, my alliance With more main pride than the hair on a male in a pack of lions Chino the bringer of terrible dreams of unbearable beings And mechanical fiends that have planted evil botanical seeds I'm that hideous pollination from trees My words vomit abomination of hate and disease Brought forth from dark satanical deeds, my conceived scenes Are written on the inside of a skinned mythical Minotaurs fleece The alphabet bleeds from my pen when I roll up my sleeves MC's pray to me 'till they're developing leathery knees My brain and breath perforated slicing and shredded your pathetic spleen Green fluid spilling out, the streets need to be chemically cleaned Poet aesthetically mean, male witch or warlock, which one am I more like? I spit historic grim literature is horror I'm quickest to carve y'all up Thus my moniker is synonymous with Chuck Norris and Boris Karloff Sin Minister, word blisterer, here to purge and finish you all off I've got that miraculous tongue for that actual anarchist fun I've been known to drag Dracula's acidic blood through a scolding cauldron The Spanish grammatic hulk like that of Bruce Banner son I'm feeling like 11 living primitive relatives of Attila the Hun The thunder that eclipse the sun on the tundra when I spit that grunge The menace hunger for this Renaissance warmonger that once hung Until he slumbered and woke up inside of a psychiatric group home I'll unplug your life-support machine just to charge my phone