Feed the Beast

[Verse 1: Monoxide] I'm the problem, not the answer And I'm eatin' up your pussy rappers like I was a cervical cancer I keep slaughterin' emcees and feedin' to the beast with their carcass And ain't a motherfucker alive who could finish off what we started Broke hearted in bullet till I black hearted it fully Ready to end somebody's life off bein' someone prematurely The reaper's comin' early, in the form of the twins We're bringin' the darkness like we stitched up both of your eyelids And the minions, they just want us to keep feedin' the beast Screamin', "Gimme blood, gimme souls, gimme a rapper to eat!" I've been unleashed, like a pitbull who ain't been fed in a week Roamin' the streets I'm gland pressure like I'm stoppin' a leak And I give a fuck about a daydream cause it's done when I speak And the last thing on my motherfucking mind is some sleep And I'm designed to be unkind to the ones who find that I'm not blind And I see everything you doing, bitch, welcome to my food line [Hook] (So feed the beast) When you eject light (Feedin' to the beast) You have embraced darkness (So feed the beast) All that's left (Feedin' to the beast) Is we steal the show We stole the show We stole the show [Verse 2: Jamie Madrox] Time to bless 'em with A game, cracks in my frame Look like broken glasses, still he methodic, rockin' some new frames We not no name of fifty chains or fifteen saves of our throw play Sick of honorin', one style's the same Know me and Monoxide killin' it They salt like water, me and my ninja, a couple villians One of a kind, not one of a billion Flow so sick, got a round and pill in Great way to talk, throw it up, that motherfucker versus us That's exactly the way they envision you gettin' done Did killed by the man and I press restart, no time (Game is over player one) We number two, that mean that we the shit Recovers till live performances to the way we spit And just like Hammer, you probably cannot touch this Probably shouldn't, we ain't no shit you wanna fuck with So feed the beast, give it something at least Give it war, give it peace Spiritualism moment, increasing the deceased Let it know that we're adding slack to the leash And the monster, when it devours, on Parkinson's it will feast (There's a demon) alive and breathing inside, better call a priest They're no longer wanting for darkness till bringing slaughter to see [Hook] [Verse 3: Monoxide] Face the facts, your shit is wacker than wack Wacker than a wagoon in the back with a handful of thumbtacks You're like some fuckin' corny wrestling act When I come back you're like an entree Terror then in the face of a fat ass Andre the giant defiant, I'm a rebel, I'm sprung shade Feeding the people like I was a Gandhi The wicked shit, I'm not, hey I'm just a kid from the bow down Not a sumo, kunane From my believes (sold out)