[Intro: Tech N9ne]
I might just explode, my mind in sick mode and I can't control my..
...ym esopxe tsuj I dna sworg tihs fo sdnik (llA)

[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'mma 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, n***as 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 n***a’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 n***as 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)