Give me your bundles of rubber
Enough of the rambling get under my covers
Enough of the famine I bundle my numbers
I crumble my bread, come up with hundreds
I'm losin' my head
Keepin the bread
Even the cheeser and reiffer in reach
Keeping it iller than feverish fiends
Keeping it clean, sike
Speak of the evil in me
I'm sort of like demons and queens
I got all these people in me
Sorry my alternate ego is speaking
People agree, when I get mean
Eat my fajita or get out my team
N***a, a swisher and lean
Like Evel Knievel
Like he the Grim Reaper
Ignite like a fever

Im fiending to eat up the scene
Im fiending to eat up the scene
Im fiending to eat up the scene
Im fiending to eat up the scene
Im fiending to eat up the scene
Im fiending to eat up the scene
Im fiending to eat up the scene
Im fiending to eat up the scene