Hunger (feat. Bishop & Brotha Lynch Hung)

I might just explode, my mind in sick mode

And i can’t control my...

In my wicked soul all kinds of shit grows

And i just expose my...

What you wanna do? what you looking for?

Wanna start some shit? well, here we go

We can do it...on the double

‘cause i’ve been itching for some trouble

It will gonna be 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 shit...but i gotta get dough

And i might just click...put your ass on the floor

‘cause you a bitch...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...

I might just explode, my mind in sick mode

And i can’t control my hunger

In my wicked soul all kinds of shit grows

And i just expose my hunger...

They don’t understand me, probably why they fear me

Mama said to slow down, the drugs is gonna kill 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 pass 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, niggas 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

Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all, quick, jigsaw bitch 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 nigger’s really sick, ain’t really with the shit

She know that i’m a demon, sucking semen on my dick

Smoking on the sticky, got me drifting off a bit

Burn like ether cause my niggas keep it lit

Hunger...

I might just explode, my mind in sick mode

And i can’t control my hunger

In my wicked soul all kinds of shit grows

And i just expose my hunger...

If he don’t like you...then i don’t like you

Might get a bit ripped gut...see, i'm not like you

Shit, i might tech n9ne you... that’s how they find me

In the bathroom all chocked up, i'mma get mean 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 shit, bloody up that whore shit

See, i got that, i don’t give a fuck about shit and alcoholism

I spit that cocaine, mind me on cocaine

Making my cigarette in cocaine, shit, this is no game

My trust is fucked up...so i might get fucked up

Ain't got nobody that got my back, so i just suck it up

I was raised, you fucking 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...

Fucking with my

Hunger...

I might just explode, my mind in sick mode

And i can’t control my hunger

In my wicked soul all kinds of shit grows

And i just expose my hunger...