| Yeah, yeah
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| I know they hungry
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| But I don’t think they want it inside
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| Well, I’m gonna keep force feeding them till comets collide
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| They vomit they lies and act all astonished when I
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| Spit blood on a verse that is honestly mine
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| Right from the artery
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| A part of me courses through these blue veins
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| I’m starving in the lunch line
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| Eating up the food chain
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| Giving anorexia a new name
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| It’s for the people who get full
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| After a few grains of loose change
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| So who’s to blame
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| Fools who hang on what the people said
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| Or maybe it’s they sidekicks
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| Who try to keep their ego fed
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| I got the needle and thread
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| Sewing up they windpipe
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| So maybe they can stop inhaling other people’s insight
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| I’m midnight snacking on rapping
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| To feed my appetite
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| I see you jokers acting like those crumbs will keep you satisfied
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| Yo, they must be on a passion strike
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| I see the picket signs shouting
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| Everybody who wants some props, just get in line
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| Serving number 37
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| All of y’all just wait
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| Good job, now pat yourself on the back
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| And detach your vertebrae
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| Slip a disk
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| You three-inch floppies make me sick
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| Need to reboot quick
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| Cause now you’re dealing with the Zip
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| And a hard drive
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| The live Firewire taking the SCSI out
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| They thinking about making a big noise but never shout (Shh!)
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| Let’s wake the baby with a baseball bat
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| At least the screaming has a meaning, cat
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| Consider that
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| Consider it- Consider it a
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| Consider it a promise not a threat, that we wreck mics
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| Consider it- Consider it a
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| Consider it accomplished, keep your windpipe sealed tight
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| Don’t eat, Don’t eat
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| Don’t speak, Can’t speak
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| Can’t eat, Can’t eat
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| Can’t speak, Don’t eat
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| Force feed, Force feed
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| Force feed, Force feed
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| Force feed, Force feed
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| All of y’all anorexic
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| Dude, they might be hungry
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| It seems they’d rather shrivel and die
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| Well, I’mma force feed 'em, treat 'em
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| Till they choke on their pride
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| They shielding their eyes, but no complaints
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| These fucking stow-aways catch a free ride
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| Like chim-chim in the trunk of the Mach 5
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| Backwards I’m bending and mending every broken stitch
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| Steady, fending off bulimics
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| Rock the same old shit
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| Well, I think it’s all they got man, so won’t you let it live?
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| Nah, they can watch me kill this fucking beat
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| Cause I created it
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| Why is it that they never take a risk
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| When they laying bricks?
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| My weight alone will serve them
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| While they serving my favorite dish
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| Spanish rice burritos and a plate of fish
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| Damn, that sound good as hell man, I’m tasting it (Yeah)
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| Now is it making sense?
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| We eat, sleep, and pay the rent
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| To make a track
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| Wreck a show
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| And laugh at y’all that play the bench
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| Like, ha ha-ha ha ha-ha ha HA!
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| Now, Yo, Let’s rap man! |
| (Yeah!)
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| Consider it a promise not a threat that we wreck mics
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| Consider it accomplished, keep that wind pipe sealed tight
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| Consider it a promise not a threat that we wreck mics
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| Consider it accomplished, keep that wind pipe sealed tight
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| Consider it, Consider it
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| Consider it, Consider it
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| Consider it. |
| Consider it
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| Consider it. |
| Consider it
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| Consider this. |
| Consider that
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| Consider this. |
| Consider that
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| Consider this. |
| Consider this
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| I say fuck em
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| Yo, yo, yo
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| Turbo, ok, stop! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hunger Pains Three, artist - P.O.S. Album song Ipecac Neat, in the genre Иностранный рок