[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 sh**? 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 sh**, but I gotta get dough
And I might just click, put your a** on the floor
‘Cause you a b**h, 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 sh** 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 d** is gonna k** 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 pa** 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, n***as 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
k** ‘em all, k** ‘em all, quick, jigsaw b**h 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 n***a's really sick, ain't really with the sh**
She know that I'm a demon, s**ing semen on my dick
Smoking on the sticky, got me drifting off a bit
Burn like ether cause my n***as 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
sh**, 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 sh**, bloody up that hard sh**
See, I got that, I don't give a f** about sh** and alcoholism
I spit that c**aine, might be off the c**aine
Making my cigarette in propane, sh**, this is no game
My trust is f**ed up, so I might get f**ed up
Ain't got nobody that got my back, so I just s** it up
I was raised, you f**ing 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!
f**ing with my (Hunger)
[Hook: Tech N9ne] (x2)