[Hook]
I might just eat your brains to see what's in your soul
I'm high drunk wet angry
They gone have to capture me I'm cookin em up in a factory
n***a ya dead now
n***a ya dead now
[Verse 1]
Can I have a napkin?
I eat his insides out nobody knew what happened
I ran down the avenue, all red like mac10
Jailhouse shank tako n***a he died laughin
Blue dickies bloodied up always keep em saggin
Head trauma, you couldn't even fix it up wit aspirin
As if
n***as wanna eat but I eat ask em
n***a you wanna certified dope record cash em
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Thats why I'm STRANGE on that a** I gotta pa**ion
Only reason I spit like this n***a I drink acid
Modern day Ca$his Roy Jones Mayweather
You couldn't tell me nothin bout sicc n***a we stay together
Sleep in the same bed runnin through the same bread
Still spittin fire if you know the rap games dead GRRR
I eat spaghetti intestines so I don't give a f** about your funny a** tactics
And I don't wanna run up in your stomach
PEPTO
All you other horrorcore rappers
DREP though
Run up in em
Cut em in the mother f**in neck though
No more rappin no need to use the techno
My rhymes like lead bullets leavin your set wet though
I challenge you motherf**ers I'ma broke n***a so lets go
Tech N9ne Sacramento cannibal I eat
Breath stink like human meat got pieces in my teeth
Can I Get A Toothpick?
Overdose on 24 pills that way you guilty motherf**ers know what the truth is
n***as think they know me they callin me a OG
f** all your sympathy n***a you can die slowly
Poisonous get your boys in this I take em by the dozen
n***a I get devious that was my little cousin
n***a I'm just sick in the head you thought I wasn't?
I'll make a n***a drink my piss guzzle n love it!
[Hook]
I might just eat your brains to see what's in your soul
I'm high drunk wet angry
They gone have to capture me I'm cookin em up in a factory
n***a ya dead now
n***a ya dead now
[Verse 2]
Excuse me, can I have a napkin?
I'm drippin' like a vampire when he ain't rappin'
I eat rappers up, I admit, I eat swine
With a little squeeze from the lemon and lime
Me I hate women all the time (I really mean) exes
Dream about
Leavin em in the back of the lexus
Cut throat legs spreaded open like Texas
Razor blade p**y lips n***a she died gaspin
Murder without a motive its ya boy I gotta pa**ion
N I be puffin on that kush like Ashton, Sebastion
You don't wanna f** around gattin
Music either I gotta couple of them fat ones