And junk food that's been feeding me.
Knowing you can no longer party
I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk
Tell me that you're joking not rapping, your raps are like a cane of junk
Wish you was around now to see what i've become see
I got food in the fridge, i got food in the pantry,
Truthfully, some eye at least
It was the streak vs the beast
It's outrageus, people not having money for food
Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot
Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute
Get my employees up on food stamps and work in fast food,
Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive
Isle full of genetic foods and poisoned viles
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