VERSE1

VERSE1
Can I have a napkin?
I eat his insides out nobody knew what happened
I ran down the avenue, all red like mac10
Jailhouse shank tako [bad word] he died laughin
Blue [bad word] bloodied up always keep em saggin
Head trauma, you couldn't even fix it up wit aspirin
As if
Niggas wanna eat but I eat ask em [bad word] you wanna certified dope record cash em
Thats why I'm STRANGE on that [bad word] I gotta passion
Only reason I spit like this [bad word] I drink acid
Modern day Ca$his Roy Jones Mayweather
You couldn't tell me nothin bout sicc [bad word] we stay together
Sleep in the same bed runnin through the same bread
Still spittin fire if you know the rap games dead GRRR
I eat spaghetti intestines so I don't give a [bad word] about your funny [bad word] tactics
And I don't wanna run up in your stomach
PEPTO
All you other horrorcore rappers
KLEPTO
Run up in em
Cut em in the mother [bad word] neck though
No more rappin no need to use the techno
My rhymes like lead bullets leavin your set wet though
I challenge you [bad word] ima broke [bad word] so lets go
Tech N9ne Sacramento cannibal I eat
Breath stink like human meat got pieces in my teeth
Can I Get Toothpick?
Overdose on 24 pills that way you guilty [bad word] know what the truth is
Niggas think they know me they callin me a OG [bad word] all your sympathy [bad word] you can die slowly
Poisonous get your boys in this I take em by the dozen [bad word] I get devious that was my little cousin [bad word] im just sick in the head you thought I wasn't?
I'll make a [bad word] drink my [bad word] guzzle n love it!

[Hook]
I might just eat your brains to see what's in your soul
Im high drunk wet angry
They gone have to capture me im cookin em up in a factory [bad word] ya dead now [bad word] ya dead now

[Verse 2]
Can I have a napkin? blood on my hands last night guess what happened
I beat the murder like casey anthony, saw grass cuttin' all [bad word] and thats the meat
And if I ever show up at you church, dicc out, ready to flirt, kicced out
I will see dead people in the church, this house
Now known as the murder scene, lyrical leader of the rest ya you heard of me
Ill put your brains in a basket and take em to ya grandma house in a cup of acid
He dont have to get bloody buddy, [bad word] drink this acid
Im goin' to the car and comin bacc with a blacc plastic
As if horrorcore rappers want it with me
Ive been eatin' human meat since you been succin mamas [bad word] Speakin' of, seven help me rip these [bad word] speakers up
Youre invited to my mind come on we can grub

[Hook]
I might just eat your brains to see what's in your soul
Im high drunk wet angry
They gone have to capture me im cookin em up in a factory [bad word] ya dead now [bad word] ya dead now

[Verse3]
Excuse me, can I have a napkin?
I'm drippin' like a vampire when he ain't rappin' [bad word] you a [bad word] liar I'mma get to snappin'
They swell, cranium like a eggshell craccin'
Hey well thats how it goes all the time
You know spiderman he gotta put it in a rhyme
I eat rappers up, I admit, I eat swine
With a little squeeze from the lemon and lime
Me I hate women all the time (i really mean) exes
Dream about
Leavin em in the back of the lexus
Cut throat legs spreaded open like Texas
Razor blade [bad word] lips [bad word] she died gaspin
Murder without a motive its ya boy I gotta passion
N I be puffin on that kush like Ashton, Sebastion
You dont wanna [bad word] around gattin
Music either I gotta couple of them fat ones