Lyrical Breakdown of Hunger (Feat. Brotha Lynch Hung And Bishop) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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What you wanna do? What you're 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.
You gonna get a beat 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.
Imma 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
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
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.
With the mind of a psycho, middle of the night with a riffle,
With my right hand on the Bible I will slice you up like Michael.
Michael pass me the knife yo, I go get, this is so crazy,
Imma slide the Earth with the murder of a riffle,
And I act out when I black out Jay-z.
I gotta feed my hunger, mister weyjee,
Awake me from my slumber, the gates open up and release me.
Droll like a court, you niggers get to run me,
When I'm on tectonics tell the hunter to the hunting.
Shop it in the hard cool, running in the short full,
Sitting in the dark with chew on the stomach.
Kill 'em all, kill 'em all, quick,
Jigsaw bitch in saw type six.
Digit all up, zip it all up, rip it all up
And take pieces then I take it to my pigs.
This nigger's really sick, ain't really with the shit,
Should know that I'm a demon, so just leaning on my dick.
Smoke another stick, got me drifting off a bit,
But I eat it, 'cause my niggers can't believe.
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
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
I don't like you? Then I don't like you.
Might get a bit ripped there,
See, I'm not like you.
Should I like that nine?
That's how they find me.
In the bathroom all chocked up,
Imma get mean when it's time to.
You got this problem with me, just call
All you gotta do is say it and I'm right behind you.
You know, I like that raw shit, load it up that whole ship,
See, I got that, I don't give a fuck about shit and alcoholism.
I skip that cocaine, mind it up cocaine.
Making my cigarette in public, so this is no game.
But this is fucked up so I might get fucked up,
You got no money that got my back, so you might just suck it.
I was raised, you fucking dope, you might get caught up,
Bring the body over here, that means it's uncut.
I can taste it on my tongue,
My life is wasted, my anger's full.
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
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