Lyrics:

Into:
Yeah
Hunger Pains
This is Food
I told 'em I wasn't finished

Verse 1:
Yo, keep the flavor my haters is gettin' nauseous
They can't even grasp the goals that I've accomplished
This shit is nonsense, Im layin' prayin' God blessed
The Super Sayian name is sprayin' all you dogs left
They say I'm sick its like these words are not obtainable
My verse is not debatable, these rappers hearts are made of wool
I'm payed in full, grab your face and then I break your skull
It takes its toll, pull my blade and watch me make it dull
I used to play the local bar, now we play in festivals
Smokin' strains of medical, my flow will break the pedestal
Blow an eighth to mexico, I'm here to take the centerfold
Take the hate, I let it go, I'm eatin' steak with seven hoes
In a Jacuzzi, smokin' uzi's like I'm Scar-Face
You don't got no bars mate, no gettin' past the yard gates
I'm like a coke-head homie, I been had lines
And you so fucking basic you don't get that rhyme

Hook (X2):
This is food
And you can't get it cheap
You gotta' get it some how when you ain't have shit to eat
My whole life I've been livin' like a sinner
These hunger pains got me piggin' out at dinner

Verse 2:
Y'all just started when I'm askin' for dessert
You probably couldn't fit me in a casket or a hearse
And I won't need no flowers or a Paster in the church
Cause y'all so fucking terrible I'm laughin' till it hurts
The fat boy, I don't want to know my wait size
Take five, one thing you won't see me do is waist time
Embrace rhyme, make these pussys form a straight line
The radio loves pop music but hates mine
Well you a pee on , I'm shittin' on your speakers
You backpacking rappers still listenin' to Yeezuz
Rap never died, I've been christened in the fetus
And I write the type of shit to make you listen and repeat it
Ugh, hes a bad motherfucker
I don't crack to other artists cause they camps full of suckers
I'm fuckin' up the game, I got a hand full of rubbers
And I still drink beer and wear my hat like a trucker

[Hook]