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