Maybe it's hatred i spew, maybe it's food for the spirit
While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship
To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money
I make food for the family, go back to insanity
Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came
No theory can explain how i love the pain, blood drips like rain
I was starving, didn't have money to buy food
Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route
It's cause of you, see, you let him do that
Your gonna learn how to love it
It's nuts, how does he got such an appetite for food rappers
Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers
How could you love her and
I fear no opponent
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