Asshole lyrics

Artist  : Chino Xl 
Song : Asshole



 Send "Asshole" Ringtone to your Cell 

 I, don't, un-der-stand what goes on in the mind of
Chino XL!

(Chorus)
I'm more known for beef than Bad Boy and Death
Row
so when I'm finished rockin I hear, 'You f**kin
asshole!'
I get on stage at Summer Jam, piss on the front
row,
and have the whole crowd screamin out, 'You
f**kin asshole!'
You either love me or hate me, but you cant stop
my dough
I keep all the broke niggaz thinkin, 'You f**kin
asshole!'
Your girl recognize me like cubans do Castro
Lemme see those middle fingers up high, 'You
f**kin asshole!'

(Verse 1)
I copped the Clark Kent joint, now what the f**k
you gonna do?
Yo, I'ma spit till my whole bodies devoid of all
this fluid
And you cant even do it, imagine how ill I can
get
You just assume to see Britney Spears on the
cover of Jet
The government is after me for being
internationally dastardly
Just ask the real MC's who this illest yellow
bastard be
battle me and win if we battle to see who's the
brokest
I'm sicker than seeing Kelly Price doing aerobics
Sicker than finding out firsthand Jennifer Lopez
cant f**k
Sicker than seeing Richard Pryor in his
wheelchair doing stand up
And what, I'm first, mom told me stay in my place
But I still never met my match like my as* and
Shabba's face
Got real ways to bring terror, so you better
think twice about f**kin around with me like you
see Tia and Tamera
Or avoid me totally, all consider with caution
Similar to deciding wether or not to drink after
Magic Johnson
I Squash and hunt men with David Carradine Tai
Kung Fu
The Rappers I'm writing rhymes for should be
writing rhymes for you

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Clark told me to just kill it when I write rhymes
 
But how many murders can I commit in one life
time?
I never quit, I Remained on
Chino, mentally, verbally, off the meat rack like
Rocky Balboa trained on
Swarm rappers from New York to LA
I'm the hottest latin entertainer since Ricky
Martin is gay
Suede lyrics and ways, not invented yet
Make you look weaker than that Public Enemy
record they sellin over the internet
I'm spending that money, bout to bloody up ya
best shirt
My hearts blacker than the entire WB Network
Catch you at ya concert, sweaty like Gerald
Levert
On Slim Fast, you ain't gonna shoot or you
would've been blast
Bit*h ass, I'm Hopeless? like Heavy D, I Focus
I talk so much sh*t I should swallow a dozen
roses
Foes is something I cant let survive
I hate to end this off on a bad note like SWV
live

(Chorus)

Chino is as Chino does, no love
I'm doing this mostly for the money, like EPMD
Reunion was
Take the first bait
Your deaths assured like head from a french girl
on the first date
But don't hate this 'best-life-form-to breathe',
oxygen
Rock hotter than halogen, servin a verbal ((?))
Slobbering, it ain't right, the industry ruined
my life
I've been black balled like I'm Cuba Gooding Jr's
white wife
A high price, leave you dead above the waste
I'm The Artist, without a pound of makeup on my
face
My verbal assaults extend way beyond battle
rhymes
Verses of mines like construction of God to a
human mind
So don't miss a line, but you can rewind
So it don't even matter like lights left off or
on to a man blind
'Yo, he's wack, slow down the pace'
I'm wack? I'll just retire and blame it on god,
like Mase

(Chorus)