Can I Have a Napkin?

[Hook]
 I might just eat your brains to see what's in your soul
 I'm high drunk wet angry
 They gone have to capture me I'm cookin em up in a factory
 Nigga ya dead now
 Nigga ya dead now
 [Verse 1]
 Can I have a napkin?
 I eat his insides out nobody knew what happened
 I ran down the avenue, all red like mac10
 Jailhouse shank tako nigga he died laughin
 Blue dickies bloodied up always keep em saggin
 Head trauma, you couldn't even fix it up wit aspirin
 As if
 Niggas wanna eat but I eat ask em
 Nigga you wanna certified dope record cash em
 Thats why I'm STRANGE on that ass I gotta passion
 Only reason I spit like this nigga I drink acid
 Modern day Ca$his Roy Jones Mayweather
 You couldn't tell me nothin bout sicc nigga we stay together
 Sleep in the same bed runnin through the same bread
 Still spittin fire if you know the rap games dead GRRR
 I eat spaghetti intestines so I don't give a fuck about your funny ass tactics
 And I don't wanna run up in your stomach
 PEPTO
 All you other horrorcore rappers
 DREP though
 Run up in em
 Cut em in the mother fuckin neck though
 No more rappin no need to use the techno
 My rhymes like lead bullets leavin your set wet though
 I challenge you motherfuckers I'ma broke nigga so lets go
 Tech N9ne Sacramento cannibal I eat
 Breath stink like human meat got pieces in my teeth
 Can I Get A Toothpick?
 Overdose on 24 pills that way you guilty motherfuckers know what the truth is
 Niggas think they know me they callin me a OG
 Fuck all your sympathy nigga you can die slowly
 Poisonous get your boys in this I take em by the dozen
 Nigga I get devious that was my little cousin
 Nigga I'm just sick in the head you thought I wasn't?
 I'll make a nigga drink my piss guzzle n love it!
 [Hook]
 I might just eat your brains to see what's in your soul
 I'm high drunk wet angry
 They gone have to capture me I'm cookin em up in a factory
 Nigga ya dead now
 Nigga ya dead now
 [Verse 2]
 Excuse me, can I have a napkin?
 I'm drippin' like a vampire when he ain't rappin'
 I eat rappers up, I admit, I eat swine
 With a little squeeze from the lemon and lime
 Me I hate women all the time (I really mean) exes
 Dream about
 Leavin em in the back of the lexus
 Cut throat legs spreaded open like Texas
 Razor blade pussy lips nigga she died gaspin
 Murder without a motive its ya boy I gotta passion
 N I be puffin on that kush like Ashton, Sebastion
 You don't wanna fuck around gattin
 Music either I gotta couple of them fat ones