I might just explode, my mind in sick mode and I can't control my.. (*Second line of the hook reversed*) What you wanna do? What you looking for? Wanna start some shit? Boy, 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 stop, 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 ain’t got no luck! 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) 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) 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 somebody hear me? Please don’t knock me out of my zone I ease my mind when I like to steal it In 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 Mic shall pass with the knife yo, I go get, this is so crazy Homicide the Earth 'til the murder on the rifles 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 Drawn like a cartoon, niggas get to running When I’m on tectonics tell the hunter to the hunting Sharper than the harpoon, running in the short full Sitting in the dark room, chewing on a stomach Kill ‘em all, kill ‘em all, quick, jigsaw bitch in Saw type 6 Digit all up, zip it all up, rip it all up And stuff pieces then I feed it to my pigs This nigger’s really sick, ain’t really with the shit She know that I’m a demon, sucking semen on my dick Smoking on the sticky, got me drifting off a bit Burn like ether cause my niggas keep it lit 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