Brotha Lynch Hung - Hunger lyrics

[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)