[Intro: Tech N9ne]

I might just explode, my mind in sick mode and I can't control my..

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[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]

What you wanna do? What you 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 gon' 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 starve, I ain't got no brain

I'ma 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 don't got no love!

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)

[Hook: Tech N9ne]

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 (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't somebody hear me?

Please don't knock me out of my zone

I ease my mind when I light this philly, uh

It's 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

Maestro, pass with the knife yo, I go Yankee, schizo, crazy

Homicide the Earth 'til I murder all my rivals

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

Draw like a cartoon, niggas get to running

When I'm off the tonics, turn the hunter to the hunted

Sharper than the harpoon, turn 'em into shark food

Sitting in a dark room, chewing on a stomach

Kill 'em all up, kill 'em all up quick, jigsaw bitch in Saw type 6

Stitch it all up, zip it all up, rip it all up

In stuffed pieces then I feed it to my pits

This nigga's really sick and really with the shit

She know that I'm a demon, sucked the semen out my dick

Smoking on the sticky got me drifting off a bit

Burn like ether 'cause my niggas keep it lit

[Hook: Tech N9ne]

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 (Hunger)

[Verse 3: Brotha Lynch Hung]

And if he don't like you, then I don't like you

Might get a bit Ripgut, see, I'm not like you

Shit, I might TEC-9 you, that's how they find you

In a bathroom all chucked up, I'ma get meat when it's time to

And I got this problem, need me, just call it

All you gotta do is say it, and I'm right behind you

And I like that raw shit, bloody up that hall shit

See, I got that I don't give a fuck about shit and alcoholism

I spit that cocaine, might be off the cocaine

Might dip my cigarette in propane, shit, this is no game

My trust is fucked up, so I might get fucked up

Ain't got nobody that got my back, so I just suck it up

And I ride with Strange, you fucking 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!

Fucking with my (Hunger)

[Hook: Tech N9ne]

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 (Hunger)