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I might just eat your brains to see what's in soul
I'm drunk wet angry
They gone to capture me I'm cookin em up in a factory
ya dead now
Nigga ya now

1]
Can I a napkin?
I eat his insides out nobody knew happened
I ran down the avenue, all red like
Jailhouse tako nigga he died laughin
Blue dickies bloodied up always keep em
Head trauma, you couldn't fix it up wit aspirin
As if
Niggas eat but I eat ask em
you wanna certified dope record cash em
Thats why I'm STRANGE on that ass I gotta
Only reason I spit like this nigga I drink
Modern day Ca$his Roy Mayweather
You couldn't tell me nothin bout sicc nigga we stay
Sleep in the same bed runnin the same bread
Still fire if you know the rap games dead GRRR
I eat spaghetti intestines so I don't give a about your funny ass tactics
And I don't wanna run up in your

All you other horrorcore
though
Run up in em
Cut em in the mother fuckin neck
No rappin no need to use the techno
My rhymes like lead bullets leavin set wet though
I challenge you I'ma broke nigga so lets go
N9ne Sacramento cannibal I eat
Breath stink like human got pieces in my teeth
Can I Get A
Overdose on 24 pills that way you motherfuckers know what the truth is
Niggas think they me they callin me a OG
Fuck all your sympathy nigga you can die
get your boys in this I take em by the dozen
Nigga I get devious that was my little
Nigga I'm just sick in the head you thought I
I'll make a drink my piss guzzle n love it!

I might just eat your brains to see what's in soul
I'm high wet angry
They have to capture me I'm cookin em up in a factory
ya dead now
Nigga ya now

2]
Excuse me, can I have a
I'm drippin' like a vampire he ain't rappin'

I eat rappers up, I admit, I eat
With a little from the lemon and lime
Me I hate women all the time (I mean) exes
about
Leavin em in the back of the
Cut legs spreaded open like Texas
Razor blade pussy lips she died gaspin
Murder without a motive its ya boy I gotta
N I be puffin on kush like Ashton, Sebastion
You don't wanna fuck gattin
Music either I gotta couple of them fat