Lyrics Hungry - Insane Clown Posse, Big Hoodoo

Hungry

Check me out.
First off
My big brother is a chef I wanna thank, yo
He gave me the secret recipe for bankrolls
Cheese stacked kupac to the center, yo
And without cheese, fuck your whole dinner, ho
Now I’m old and hungry with a big belly
«Would you like cheese on the top of that?»
Helly
And when I’m skinny, fuck you;
my belly hangs
You can’t see it through my shirt, but it swangs
I’m a big, fat, cheddar-hungry, ten-ton hippo
Fuck that.
Take it back.
I said quadriple
For my snack, it’s a beast in the least.
It’s that simple
I’m like a baby on a nip or a drunk on the
To make bankrolls you need a lot of dough, and more cheese the better
And if your bitch offer selling neden, let her
Cake works.
Cake is good.
I got a big mouth
Throw ‘em in;
that ain’t all the cakes you got.
What?
How ‘bout your friends?
I saw you (You and them fools)
Making cheesy bread
(Cheese and bread. Cheese and bread)
(I'm hungry for that cheese and bread)
You were buying jewels and cars
And that shit should be ours
(Cheese and bread. Cheese and bread)
(I'm hungry for that cheese and bread)
Dun dun dun dun!
«Hey, it’s the cheese man!
He can eat blocks of cheese!»
Damn fucking right, I can
I smell cheese.
Everybody empty their pockets
Eyeball me again, boy, and I’ma sock it
Better give me cheddar, blow your dome for the provolone
Blue cheese, too, please.
That’s my nachos, not yours
I jackin' limburger (Mmm), stack of ten burgers
Buttermilk bank rolls with the cheddar in the center
«Did you come to eat or serve?»
Eat.
«Do not enter.»
Unless you got dinner, it’s two shots in ya *gunshots*
And your bitch is at home with two cocks in her
Catch me waving two Dracos at the cheese factory
Like I’m hungry.
Who got some snacks for me?
Mozzarella bankrolls.
These ain’t blanks, hoes
Call your peeps, tell ‘em please get the cheese for the bankroll
I saw you (You and them fools)
Making cheesy bread
(Cheese and bread. Cheese and bread)
(I'm hungry for that cheese and bread)
You were buying jewels and cars
And that shit should be ours
(Cheese and bread. Cheese and bread)
(I'm hungry for that cheese and bread)
A-1, go get her on these ho niggas
My figure, first class on you niggas
I heat the bread ‘til it’s toast on these broke bitches
I squeeze the lead ‘til you ghosts.
Ain’t no jokes with us
Big Hoodoo, the Lex Luther, the super troopas
Big voodoo, the loop scooper with two shooters
The hit spitter, the pinch hitter, with Swiss skrilla
From seven milla, with drug dealas and real killas
Rock star, I’m popping all over the globe
Cheddar chase and came up from the basement, all over the door
Check my credentials, my residential is detrimental
Of instrumentals, I’m monumental.
It’s kind of simple
I’m fearless, like Fred the Fury got me at your temple
I’m serious, you’re dead.
I hear my name come out your dental
I’m a hyena on the higher tier.
Everybody dyin' here
When I come back around for the lion share
I saw you (You and them fools)
Making cheesy bread
(Cheese and bread. Cheese and bread)
(I'm hungry for that cheese and bread)
You were buying jewels and cars
And that shit should be ours
(Cheese and bread. Cheese and bread)
(I'm hungry for that cheese and bread)
I saw you (I saw you) (You and them fools)
Making cheesy bread (Bread)
(Cheese and bread. Cheese and bread)
(I'm hungry for that cheese and bread)
You were buying jewels and cars (And cars)
And that shit should be ours (should be ours)
(Cheese and bread. Cheese and bread)
(I'm hungry for that cheese and bread)