FEED

FEED

FEEDlyrics

Produced by Dame Tha Producer

[Hook] Feed, feed Feed, watch ’em bleed Feed, feed Feed, all I need [Bridge 1: Tech N9ne] I’m so hungry, you don’t want to hear this stomach growl Grind so strongly, true you gonna fear this one is wild Gonna pray that I stop When the known threat show All the ways that I lock And I won’t let go [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] To Hell you go When I come at you I yell Cujo ’Cause I rip you the fuck apart like the mail you open With a nail you grow You try to bail too slow I chop ’em up and package ’em then I sell mucho They tried to get away and fell through so If you smell zoo though I’m comin’ to quell you bro When I make a person my dinner like I’m El Cuco I eat ’em like insalata, I lead ’em right into Allah I bleed ’em once I meet ’em, run ta freedom or into lava When the shotta holla, jotter hotter than Guatemala I’m T’Challa father Not a maga, the Baba Yaga Saliva dripping Eyes are picking the idiot that standing by the kitchen I try to quicken Rigor mortis, the nigga ordered to die, you gettin’ Knives are stickin’, N9na kill ’em with my precision I’ma feed off of anything moving, the N9na looking I’ma eat, drink, and be merry Eater for any king ruling I know he shook enough And we thinking he scary I’m ’bout to sic ’em, I’m rippin’ this style colder The wild cobra, dead another without closure The way you knowing your life and your route’s over The foul soldier shape shift into Malebolgia [Hook] Feed, feed Feed, watch ’em bleed Feed, feed Feed, all I need [Bridge 2: JL] I’ve become my fear My cross I bear and don’t care to clarify I can scare you more than any goon would ever dare try [Verse 2: JL] Tell your baby, nobody catch a diverted plot Stirred crazy, apply the pressure and stir the pot Never faze me, why would I let you, you’re a bot You see they doubt you, don’t need a stretcher, they need a mop Their slit is gushing, the killer crushing, get rid of fussing Shit are flushing, the blood spilled and the liquor was in Grip to touch it, was givin’ up the Bourbon gluten I’ma hit the button, you triggered something that lit the oven Hidden figure big enough to reconsider rushing But I get to bussing and you get word of a big eruption Then to hushing, the jig is up and the lip is tucking Give you the way that’s never fit in, I couldn’t adjust it On a psycho-path Get to screwing up everything like a carpenter I be scared of myself dead ass Even ruin our [?] lot like a card dealer Pray to God that I never worship a golden calf, nigga But the demons I battle be kinda getting to me Shuddering at the shutter that’s in a photograph Pixelated the bigger picture was looking to me But I keep snapping Spur of the moment, cinematic, I been erratic What you seen happen Into lifefully chaotic, we men of havoc I’m like David Chappelle with the crack sprinkling Never sleeping like I’m resisting a rest, nigga Thought I’m failing, compelling ’em, oughta think again I’m too determined, I’m turning, I’m twisting necks, nigga [Hook] Feed, feed Feed, watch ’em bleed Feed, feed Feed, all I need

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