Hunger - Lyrics - Tech N9ne

[Intro] [Muffled] I might just explode, my mind in sick mode And I can’t control my... [Reversed + Muffled] In my wicked soul all kinds of *** grows And I just expose my... [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] What you wanna do? What you looking for? Wanna start some ***? 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 ***...But I gotta get dough And I might just click...Put your *** on the floor ‘Cause you a ***...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 [Pre-Hook] Hunger... [Hook] x2 I might just explode, my mind in sick mode And I can’t control my hunger In my wicked soul all kinds of *** grows And I just expose my hunger... [Verse 2: Bishop] 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 *** 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, *** 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 *** 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 ***’s really sick, ain’t really with the *** She know that I’m a demon, sucking *** on my *** Smoking on the sticky, got me drifting off a bit Burn like ether cause my *** keep it lit [Pre-Hook] Hunger... [Hook] x2 I might just explode, my mind in sick mode And I can’t control my hunger In my wicked soul all kinds of *** grows And I just expose my hunger... [Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung] If he don’t like you...Then I don’t like you Might get a bit ripped gut...See, I'm not like you ***, 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 ***, bloody up that *** *** See, I got that, I don’t give a *** about *** and alcoholism I spit that ***, mind me on *** Making my cigarette in ***, ***, this is no game My trust is *** up...So I might get *** up Ain't got nobody that got my back, so I just suck it up I was raised, you *** 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... *** with my [Pre-Hook] Hunger... [Hook] x2 I might just explode, my mind in sick mode And I can’t control my hunger In my wicked soul all kinds of *** grows And I just expose my hunger...