Looking Like Meat - clipping., Ho99o9

Hands up if you hungry

Hands up if you want some

Hands up if you ready for more

'Cause you ain’t really got none

Say, «Come here

Yeah, you

You look like you think you hard

Where you from?

Get the fuck out

Hey you, step off

'Fore somebody pull your card

Where you from?

Where you from?

Get the fuck out»

Lunch time, come and get it

Too long standing in the lunch line

Hungry with it, oh, you got a punchline?

Just a minute, gotta get the napkin one time

Thread too expensive for the juice, see th drip?

Crypt keeper Crip walking where th feet are lit

Blood drinker Blood talking when you see the blick

Brazy on the brain, crack the skull, go on, eat the shit

Stem on, step off, somebody smell like fear

Somebody got no clue why he is here

That might be you, you might want to be clear

It’s cool, it’s cool, you’re so endearing

Looking like a snack, no cap, no flattery

But you like to beat it up and come no battery

So free range meat, guess it’ll have to be

Roast on a spit, pole through the oral cavity

Got you open kid, don’t front

Once in a black moon, don’t pack a gun

But a fork for the flesh and a spoon for the fluid

And the sharpest knife in the drawer to slice right through it

Like meat fresh like dice in the mirror

Like Tyson, just bite right through the ear

Like Christ, you don’t still get a mic, no one cares about your bars

Your screams are the thing they wanna hear

No way, better make one

Nothing comes easy

Can’t be scared to say something

You speak, make them believe it

Hands up if you hungry

Hands up if you need something

Hands up if your hand shakes

It’s time for you to eat something

Say, «Come here

Yeah, you

You look like you think you hard

Where you from?

Get the fuck out

Hey you, step off

'Fore somebody cut your arm

Where you from?

Fix your face

Get the fuck out»

Big one, you don’t wanna smoke a pack of razor blades for fun

Underneath your tongue, I do magic tricks

God save him, I’m a specialist, 'cause I’m a wizard with the shit

Pearl Harbor with the clips

I’m a pit bull, hands off it with the gunpowder

I don’t trust y’all playing in the background, shifty

Lowdown, gritty and grimy

Little sag on the pants and some gold teeth

Never trust that shirt, I’m a known freak

Some these emcees, yeah, you looking like dead meat

Man, these pussy-ass niggas

I’m in the rain with this shotty up

I’ll strip you to your pussy meat and make you give my money up

Don’t tell me who’s telling

Don’t give a fuck what you selling

I’m butt naked, don’t follow

Easy captain, G’s no talent

Them niggas reckless, them niggas extra

Nigga, I’ll fuck your bitch with a headdress

Camera in your headrest

She only listen to Sheck Wes, um

No way, better make one

Fiending for some bleeding

Not waiting for no one

Busy over here eating

Hands down, they ain’t hungry

Hands down, they don’t need shit

Don’t start shit, it won’t be shit

'Less you really 'bout that beef

If that’s the case

Come here

Yeah, you

You look good enough to eat

Where that face?

Wear that face out

Hey you, step up

'Cause you looking like meat

Fix your face

Gonna take that face off

Wear that face out