Tech N9ne

Tech N9ne – Feed

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 ya 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 o-
Pen 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 Guatemala
I’m T’Challa father
Not a maga, the Baba Yaga
Saliva dripping
Eyes are picking the idiots
That standing by the kitchen I try to quicken
Rigor motis, the nigga ordered to die, you gettin’
Knives are stickin’, N9na kill ’em with my precision
I’ma feeder for anything moving, the N9na looking
I’ma eat, drink, and be merry
Eater for any king, a ruler I know he shook enough
And we thinking he scary
‘Bout to stick ’em and rip up this style coat
A 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 scare you more than any goon would ever dare try

Verse 2: JL:
Tell your baby, nobody catch the 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 the doubts, you don’t need a stretcher, they need a mop
The slit is gushing, the killer crushing, get rid of fussing
Shit or flushing the blood spilled and the liquor was it
Grip to touch it, was giving nothing but been the glutton
I’ma hit the button and trigger 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 never fit in, now quit adjusting
On a psycho-path
Get to screwing up everything like a carpenter
I be scared of myself didn’t ask
Even ruining a minute lie like a card dealer
Pray to God that I never worship a golden Catholic
But the demons I battle be kinda getting to me
Shuddering at the shutter, this ain’t a photograph
Pixelated the bigger picture was kinda looking to me
But I keep snapping
Spur of the moment cinematic I been erratic
What you seen happen
Into the life 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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