Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Is Food, artist - Merkules. Album song Hunger Pains, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.09.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: BMG Rights Management (US), Merkules, RBC
Song language: English
This Is Food |
Into: |
Yeah |
Hunger Pains |
This is Food |
I told 'em I wasn’t finished |
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 |
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 waist size |
Take five, one thing you won’t see me do is waste 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 |