Bruce Bayne - Hungry lyrics

(Intro) Hungry Hungry I'm Hungry Hungry So Hungry (Hook) Hungry You Hungry? I'm Hungry Who's Hungry? We Hungry Ain't nothing really funny about it I got a rumble in my tummy and I'm growling I'm hungry You hungry? Who's hungry? Ain't nothing really funny about it Got a rumble in my tummy and I'm growling I'm hungry [Terminal Knowledge] Hear the sound of my tummy? Yeah, it's something like a lion's roar f** that, something like a dinosaur f** that, something like a giant storm With a lightning strike and the skies are torn Sip the potion, liquid doses The high is stored in his spinal cord But he didn't notice These mixed emotions are his driving force [Acumental] I could eat a horse Get a three course meal then I seek a fourth one to sink a fork in So be warned, I don't feel remorse, I just reinforce it [Rebel Legato] I need my steak Potatoes baked Plates for the fam, middle finger to the fakes Hell naw, it's not your birthday But we eating cake Picking them locks through the mutherf**ing front gates [Will is Chillin] I'll be happy with some nachos, a hot dog Cutting all my hours so I barely even got a job Jot down a hungry-a** verse Seems I got a lot of songs since I finished college first Got a steady 9 to 5, 401k and all that sh** I've been sober all day, can't stand this Wrote about 40 songs in the past 3 months Still 300 dollar dish-washing checks cashed in the chase [Will is Chillin and Term] I'm hungry I'm hungry I'm hungry [Terminal Knowledge] So hungry Feel like jumping, no bungee What in tarnation? I'm hungry f**ing starvation Palmer Squares, save money as well Talking heads stay hungry as hell Off their meds and under a spell I roll another L with the squadron, I'm growling I'm hungry [Loudmouth] I'm a hungry motherf**er my stomach is growling Ain't nothing to a villain about studying in college Loose change swishes free, a couple crumbs in my pocket Play a show for free? Me? Motherf**er I doubt it Bring a ho around man, if she 'bout it she 'bout it Man I hope that a** ripe like the first of the harvest Imma eat that a** up, motherf**er I'm starving Turn a fat a** rapper to cadaver or carca** Splat! [Bruce Bayne] I had a type of appetite but never had an itis I be pulling all nighters I be pulling all types of sh** Pull-try, Pulled pork, pull a knife and sh** At the dinner table, try and leave Gotta a n***a over here dry heaving [Terminal Knowledge] And I'm freezing, cold, TV dinner Palmer Squares we be Finna [Rebel Legato] I been hungry n***a, no games Cooking propane, spitting rap flames Grilling little n***as like t-bone steak Ho's down, who in first place? My n***as stankface Been a menace since I shown face Got a piece of pie moving on up make the money levitate Ain't no starving a martian No hunger the darkness Leave a trail of bees leading to the carca** The life of the artist, smooth with the pen So to eat was the hard sh** I feel like Galactus Hunger for the world but I'm feinding for an actress Trying to make the p**y backflip Gymnastics, nasty Put a bib on before I eat cause she cla**y I'm hungry, she want me Told her she the best if she do it for the homies Cause she eat the whole swim team I'm a wildabeast You know me The porridge is mine I'm taking my time Cause I wanted bear skin rugs since nine Look [Acumental] Cavernous cabinets I'm radically ravenous Asking for half of your sandwich Imagine a savage That'll ravage the campus and ramble vocabular magic It's feast or famine and I'm feeling famished Got to feed the fam and that's a feat to manage [Terminal Knowledge] And I've been wreaking havoc When your teams' stealing peeps at rabbits from the easter basket [Will is Chillin] Where the money at? Where the money at? Every song you hear of mine should be considered hungry raps Living at the bottom the powers that be stuck me at Never been a lucky one, looking for a chunk of that Devil's pie, done with being set aside Flow colder then the city that my set resides The Chi I'm Logan North West like Kanye's baby But my ego's been starving daily [Loudmouth] And I'll eat your eyes and insides But your fingertips stuffed inside of my pies, oh my I'm so Chi, oh my you might die Homie you don't want to see the size of my knife I'll cut you into pieces and put you into my fridge Ice truck k**ers, pigging out on your ribs Eat your thigh with a side of some bar-b-q chips It ain't enough though, I'm still hungry as sh** [Acumental] BRB I'll be at Arby's if you need me Or eating a beef at Hardees Feed me, rap game Squeak Scolari Been defeating armies at the pizza parties The cannibalistic, fan of linguistics A mere man with some animal instincts Handle my biz, cash hand over fist Swing a Battle-axe, don't bat a lash or you'll miss this (Hook)