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

1]
Can I have a
I eat his insides out knew what happened
I ran down the avenue, all red mac10
Jailhouse shank tako he died laughin
Blue dickies bloodied up always em saggin
Head trauma, you couldn't even fix it up wit
As if
wanna eat but I eat ask em
Nigga you wanna certified dope record em
Thats why I'm STRANGE on ass I gotta passion
Only reason I spit like this I drink acid
day Ca$his Roy Jones Mayweather
You tell me nothin bout sicc nigga we stay together
in the same bed runnin through the same bread
Still spittin fire if you know the rap games dead
I eat spaghetti intestines so I don't give a fuck about your funny ass
And I wanna run up in your stomach

All you other rappers
though
Run up in em
Cut em in the mother neck though
No more no need to use the techno
My rhymes like lead bullets leavin set wet though
I challenge you motherfuckers I'ma nigga so lets go
Tech N9ne Sacramento I eat
Breath stink like human got pieces in my teeth
Can I Get A
on 24 pills that way you guilty motherfuckers know what the truth is
Niggas think know me they callin me a OG
Fuck all sympathy nigga you can die slowly
Poisonous get your in this I take em by the dozen
Nigga I get devious that was my little
Nigga I'm just sick in the you thought I wasn't?
I'll make a nigga drink my piss guzzle n it!

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

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

I eat rappers up, I admit, I eat
With a little squeeze from the and lime
Me I hate women all the (I really mean) exes
about
Leavin em in the back of the
Cut throat legs spreaded like Texas
Razor blade pussy lips she died gaspin
Murder without a motive its ya boy I gotta
N I be puffin on that kush Ashton, Sebastion
You wanna fuck around gattin
Music either I gotta of them fat ones