Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody
I make food for the family, go back to insanity
Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field
Leave you crippled and begging for the battering to be relieved
George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve
It's nuts, how does he got such an appetite for food rappers
I'm on my knees now lord i'm begging you for a miracle,
Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble
Maybe it's hatred i spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
Nah i don't stunt on niggas, i show'em how to do this shit
Hold up, check that his food for any lice,
Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice
Cause my mother let me do what i want
Im starved got you in my pot call it food for thought
You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches
Stop begging for benjamins, beget your recompense and start wrecking shop with
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