Eating You (feat. Bernz & Wrekonize)
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Okay, now that we're here (I was like look) I can finally tell you... you guys What... what I brought you here for So, but first of all, uh Cheers to Strange Toast Glass's up Alright, alright this is how it went I saw her in the woods by herself I had a knife Perfect opportunity to take another life Unfortunately, I'm fuckin' ya kids instead of your wife She was over 18 so she could make her own decisions Sacramento born so she knew I'd prolly visit What is it a blizzard? Nigga I'll cut her up with the scissors Laid the skin out on the table able to stretch it Picture a nigga bathin' in blood and butt naked I met her at the studio I put her my record Told her I'd give her an ass cap if she turned that ass-backward I lifted up the black skirt, stuck a 9 in her Pulled the trigger Now she gone and we eatin' her for dinner I never would have told you But I love y'all niggas Told her my tour bunk was right above y'all niggas She really wanted to see y'all But I met her first She told me she had a ¡MAYDAY! CD in her purse I told her I was a Strange artist she didn't believe it I was starin' at the ¡MAYDAY! tattoo on her cleavage She also had a Tech N9ne tat on her ass cheek Vaseline She says she just got it done last week I said Tech's too busy that's a long shot See he in the north pole fuckin' an Eskimo slut He said the pussy was cold and the rest was all cock Felt like the pussy was dead kinda like a zombie I gave her some of that Humboldt cookie bomb weed She was higher than the space needle I keep that shit almost every place we go I started cuttin' off the arms and the legs And I had the bags in the passenger seat And a blunt in the ashtray Now I'm drivin' down the freeway Paranoid, hella wired and I was drivin' for 3 days I almost dropped the body parts off at the truck stop Hella tired Like for 2 hours, I sucked cock I couldn't focus, eyes hella blurry, I can't stop Goin' back to Cali ain't an option get caught by the cops So I came to Kansas City just to talk to Trav Y'all was on the next thing smokin' now we eatin' meat I'm on the news, did you see me on the I.D. channel? They got a story about me it's called bloody candles They said I murdered hella people And ate the bodies up They had some 6-foot nigga play my body double, FUCK Yeah man, I swear he even looked like you, man I couldn't believe it Yo, what, what'd you put in this food man This shit is fuckin' awesome B I swear to god man this shit got me... I don't know man... This shit got me feeling fucking good We really glad to be sittin' at your table And breakin' bread with the Mannibal of lector And this animal flesh is just a stab at the best And we expect no less from the gesture (Alright) And I seen her at the show at the day act up With the fuck me eyes Morse Code tat with a flesh filled high And a pair of red socks that went up knee high (No lie) This meal is fantastic Thanks for the invite Lynch Cheers to Strange, Too right, The Snake and Bats the shit When Tech is fuckin' the Eskimos in the north pole We bath saltin' in Miami Where the whores are swole and snort blow We been all up on your cannibal shit The cannabis twist And now we on some Mannibal shit The mammals we get We damage with the top of our fist An ice pick swing hard just too damn the clique (Strange Music) Ay, pass the salt I need to ass filleted in this booth And this meat is a little too tough Brotha Lynch Might been that you overcooked But back to the matter at hand I leave you damaged with fam Which might cause concern But at the end of the day its bros' before hoes' They don't ever seem to learn right Bernz Lets chew it, the girl came through And got more then she bargained for She had a body that was so damn thick Her bowels could rip apart your jaw Scars, hard, this broad playin' backyard So it's a shame you chopped her up Lynch But life is hard And I'm not her bodyguard Goddamn this steak is charred Pass me the whisky please Brotha I need to ease the gods With a demons claws I scratch beneath the stars And give em another reason to be up in needin' Sacrafeastin' large So we thank you Brotha Lynch Hung for this invitation And we forgive you for the fan of ours you mutilated And on behalf of all of us in ¡MAYDAY! heres our statement We're down to roll with you no matter what the situation So... the moral... I mean... you know Basically what I was tryin' to tell you guys I mean, I wanna know Am I crazy? No, no, no For... for eating... eating human meat Wait, wait? Your eating human meat right now? Yeah, you guys ate human meat... tell me whatcha think My stomach hurts HAHAHAHAHAHA, Human meat
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Song Details
- Duration
- 04:44
- Key
- 9
- Tempo
- 79 BPM