| Steady shooting for the stars,
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| On this vertical journey I be recruiting more for bars,
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| Gotta be hard, in the car,
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| I’m running with cannons that really loosen your regards,
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| Greedy money, and then some
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| These motherfuckers will murder you for your income,
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| So when the flash the pass to begin some,
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| Spitting my favorite of Prozak and Lynch Hung,
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| After the shows I’m thinking about food
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| Just give me some and drinks I’m cool,
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| You probably thinking that a womans my juice,
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| But I drool over Italian cooking is my joo,
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| I eat all of it all the time,
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| At the mall even y’all,
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| When they called the n9ne,
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| Money tall yes I ball missing all the sign,
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| we could meet but never draw the line,
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| Doctor said that my blood pressure pew,
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| I was healthy for one minute but then fumes,
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| Of a pepper corn fillet within the room,
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| I gotta go get it soon, you seeing the nigger zoom,
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| Capital grill and a melting pot,
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| They know my name PF Chang so they help a lot,
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| You let the n9ne cut the line when its sweltering hot,
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| to wine and dine me and we belting lot,
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| I can’t stop eating, I really love eating
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| I know my body be wishing I was vegan
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| The fat of my stomach it was leaving me, feeding me
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| All I be thinking when I be breathing un evely,
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| It don’t matter, I’m taking it to the head
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| Tucking my tummy they using bigger thread,
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| Telling me if I don’t be careful and kill the bread,
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| I’m gonna pig out until a nigga dead,
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| Insatiable’s my name,
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| When it comes to my favorite things,
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| nights I come to pray
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| Of my favorite
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| I never plan to die, too much haven’t tried
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| Give me more, give me more
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| I crave it, yes I love it, that’s my favorite
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| I’m an addict, I never pay,
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| Kamikaze coming closer to my blood stream,
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| Caffeine, nicotine, medical green,
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| prepare for lift off, stimulation drift off
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| If I don’t feed my addiction I get pissed off
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| All these voices
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| I got the devil in my right hand
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| Always leaving me decitful theivery,
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| procedes to impede so theres not much steem in me,
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| in need to feed to be stuffed in eagerly,
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| I can’t seem to leave it be and be free,
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| Feel my synapses, collapsing I’m gasping,
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| I think I’m going down like Michael Jackson,
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| Tunnel vision everything is going black,
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| And I’m headed to a place where there never is no coming back,
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| Swan dive in a lake of fire,
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| All thanks to my faithful drug suppliers,
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| Now the taste is a taste like you all subscribers,
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| under the reigns of the chains of your own desires,
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| Your new god is in black atire,
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| Never slave to his rays you can not defy him,
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| Such a waste to the race til your life expires,
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| no escape, given chase like Michael Meyers
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| Insatiable’s my name,
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| When it comes to my favorite things
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| nights I come to pray
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| Of my favorite
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| I never plan to die, too much haven’t tried
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| Give me more, give me more
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| I crave it, yes I love it, that’s my favorite
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| After the shows I be off to eat,
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| Got a big fat sack and it be all for me,
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| 6 in the morning I be off these,
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| Yelling 6 in the morning like my nigger has tea,
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| I pop all of it all the time,
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| And they put me in the zone when I’m writing rhymes,
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| Drugged out, about to take the mug out,
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| Taking gallons of water I gotta get the drug out,
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| So stuck like I’m sniffing coke up,
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| And I love it just as much as I love eating cold cuts,
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| Yeah I’m the nigger that eat ya whole lunch,
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| be tryin to rape me but I be like hold up,
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| Date rape about to set a rape tape,
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| Yeah Kim Kardashian Ray J,
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| All up in that ass again Mayday,
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| I’m just sick in the head as they say,
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| I be off the top Tech N9ne
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| Then I’m paranoid ready to pull it its off top,
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| Y’all better than us hard slagger,
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| Bitches on the Tech N9ne stage its goin pop,
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| Grrrr,
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| And it’s all up to her,
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| She just popped the pill and I’m
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| This is not for real,
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| When I’m ill,
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| Call me a Beastie Boy and I will,
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| Insatiable’s my name,
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| When it comes to my favorite things,
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| nights I come to pray
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| Of my favorite
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| I never plan to die, too much haven’t tried
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| Give me more, give me more
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| I crave it, yes I love it, that’s my favorite |