Hunger

[Intro: Tech N9ne] I might just explode, my mind in sick mode and I can't control my.. ...ym esopxe tsuj I dna sworg tihs fo sdnik (llA) [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] What you wanna do? What you looking for? Wanna start some shit? Boy, here we go We can do it, on the double ‘Cause I’ve been itching, for some trouble You gon' get a beat down, ‘cause I got a lot of pain You don’t want me to clown, ‘cause I’m feeling insane And I ain’t gonna stop, I ain’t got no brain I'mma hit you hard, I don’t feel ashamed I don’t care about shit, but I gotta get dough And I might just click, put your ass on the floor ‘Cause you a bitch, you a fraud! I don’t like you, you a broad! I don’t got success, I ain’t got no luck! But I got my stress, so I need your blood! I can taste it, on my tongue! My life is wasted, my anger’s from! My (Hunger) [Hook: Tech N9ne] I might just explode, my mind in sick mode And I can’t control my (hunger) In my wicked soul all kinds of shit grows And I just exposed my (hunger) [Verse 2: Bishop] They don’t understand me, probably why they fear me Mama said to slow down, the drugs is gonna kill me In the world all alone,Can somebody hear me? Please don’t knock me out of my zone I ease my mind when I like to steal it In the mind of a psycho, middle of the night with a rifle Put my right hand on the Bible, I will slice you up like Michael Mic shall pass with the knife yo, I go get, this is so crazy Homicide the Earth 'til the murder on the rifles Finna act out when I black out, Jay-Z Gotta feed my hunger, Mr. Ouiji Awake me from my slumber, the gates open up and release me Drawn like a cartoon, niggas get to running When I’m on tectonics tell the hunter to the hunting Sharper than the harpoon, running in the short full Sitting in the dark room, chewing on a stomach Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all, quick, jigsaw bitch in Saw type 6 Digit all up, zip it all up, rip it all up And stuff pieces then I feed it to my pigs This nigger’s really sick, ain’t really with the shit She know that I’m a demon, sucking semen on my dick Smoking on the sticky, got me drifting off a bit Burn like ether cause my niggas keep it lit [Hook: Tech N9ne] (x2) [Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung] And if he don’t like you, then I don’t like you Might get a bit Ripgut, see, I'm not like you Shit, I might Tec-9 you, that’s how they find you In a bathroom all chocked up, I'mma get meat when it’s time to And I got this problem, meet me, just call it All you gotta do is say it, and I’m right behind you And I like that raw shit, bloody up that hard shit See, I got that, I don’t give a fuck about shit and alcoholism I spit that cocaine, might be off the cocaine Making my cigarette in propane, shit, this is no game My trust is fucked up, so I might get fucked up Ain't got nobody that got my back, so I just suck it up I was raised, you fucking joke, you might get tucked up Bring the body over here, that meat is uncut! I can taste it, on my tongue! My life is wasted, my anger’s from! Fucking with my (Hunger) [Hook: Tech N9ne] (x2)