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

1]
Can I have a
I eat his insides out nobody knew happened
I ran the avenue, all red like mac10
Jailhouse shank nigga he died laughin
Blue dickies up always keep em saggin
Head trauma, you even fix it up wit aspirin
As if
Niggas eat but I eat ask em
Nigga you certified dope record cash em
Thats why I'm on that ass I gotta passion
Only I spit like this nigga I drink acid
Modern day Roy Jones Mayweather
You couldn't tell me nothin sicc nigga we stay together
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 give a fuck 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 neck though
No more rappin no to use the techno
My like lead bullets leavin your set wet though
I challenge you I'ma broke nigga so lets go
Tech N9ne cannibal I eat
Breath like human meat got pieces in my teeth
Can I Get A
Overdose on 24 pills that way you guilty motherfuckers know what the is
Niggas think they me they callin me a OG
Fuck all sympathy nigga you can die slowly
get your boys in this I take em by the dozen
Nigga I get that was my little cousin
I'm just sick in the head you thought I wasn't?
I'll make a drink my piss guzzle n love it!

I might just eat brains to see what's in your soul
I'm high drunk wet
They gone have to 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 when he ain't

I eat rappers up, I admit, I eat
With a little squeeze from the and lime
Me I hate all the time (I really mean) exes
about
Leavin em in the of the lexus
Cut throat spreaded open like Texas
blade pussy lips nigga she died gaspin
Murder a motive its ya boy I gotta passion
N I be puffin on kush like Ashton, Sebastion
You don't fuck around gattin
Music either I gotta of them fat ones