I'm going hungry
Grab the microphone and spit the bungee-
Chord flow, contort and control the country
Not a lot of proceeding with portions that they brung me
So I'm treatin weak MCs as a substitute for lunch meat
The problem is- the time that I'm squandering
Pondering rhymes, fondeling dimes
Not trying to get a job again
I wanna stop until l I start feeling properly confident
Stomping sense into martyrs, using their blood as a condiment
I wander in a state of oblivion
Livid, livin' in a schism landscape
You better not get in this man's face
Trainin' his way to becomin' incredible
When will it happen? I can't say
Pay him for his damn tape, put fame on this man's plate
No matter the case- nobody could make
Nathan overlook his morals or forfeit or break
Buckle or bend
f** it, I've been bucklin' down
Hearin' em chucklin' until I give 'em somethin' to s** again
What now
Bust it
Seasoning the track, leaving 'em dusted
Add a little spice, it's nice and the ladies love it
All these cheesy rap cats'll get scrapped, trashed in the rubbish
It's the easy mac daddy, fattening y'all up on a budget
Crushed in - the mortar bowl, the kid is sorta bold
When it comes to makin' a mess with the pestle, d**h'll unfold
Get to steppin' bro, I ain't no steppin' stone
Lethal weapon vocal
Keepin' these heathens steaming like vegetables
Healthy
Come and help yourself to a helping that is heaping
Muy facil, simply speaking
Believe me- Tabasco
So hot that I'll make hell feel like it's freezing
Till you begin dreaming of me when you're sleeping
Wake up, punk- time for breakfast
Next up on the guest list, J A to the R V, set to wreck sh**
The eggs get scrambled, MCs get burnt toast
The timer goes ding, I'm ready to eat my meal and go
I'm ready to bust a**, I'm done fasting
I'm hungry
I'm ready to bust a**, I'm done fasting
I'm hungry
I'm ready to bust a**, I'm done fasting
I'm hungry
Eat any punk MC
Until I feel my meal is complete x2