This is a song about "Bon appetite"

I got the appetite to blast the mic and use crap rappers as a sacrifice

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

Uh, appetite for disaster

Took the van, went snatch her

Like trying to sing a bon jovi song without the use of the band.

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

But i've got an appetite of a bulimic,

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

We can talk things over a little a while

The mastermind, with appetite, a man of style/

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

You can see in my pupils i got the k.o appetite

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

You know i'm raw and i'm rapping tight 'n' got the appetite to blast the mic

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

Youve satisfied my appetite, you da type, i could wife,