Hunger Pains Three 歌词
| 歌曲 | Hunger Pains Three |
| 歌手 | P.O.S. |
| 专辑 | Ipecac Neat |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Turbo Nemesis | |
| I know they hungry | |
| But, I don't think they want it inside | |
| Well, I'm gonna keep force feeding them till comets collide | |
| They vomit they lies and act all astonished when I | |
| Spit blood on a verse that is honestly mine | |
| Right from the atery | |
| A part of me courses through these blue veins | |
| I'm starving in the lunch line | |
| Eating up the food chain | |
| Giving anorexia a new name | |
| It's for the people who get full | |
| After a few grains of loose change | |
| So whose to blame | |
| Fools who hang on what the people said | |
| Or maybe it's they sidekicks | |
| Who try to keep their ego fed | |
| I got the needle and thread | |
| Sewing up they windpipe | |
| So maybe they can stop inhaling other people's insight | |
| I'm midnight snacking on rapping | |
| To feed my appetite | |
| I see you jokers acting like those crumbs will keep you satisfied | |
| Yo, they must be on a passion strike | |
| I see the picket signs shouting | |
| Everybody who wants some props, just get in line | |
| Serving number 37 | |
| All of y'all just wait | |
| Good job, now pat yourself on the back | |
| And attach your vertabrae | |
| Slip a disk | |
| Your three-inch floppies make me sick | |
| Need to reboot quick | |
| Cause now you're dealing with the zip | |
| And a hard drive | |
| The live fire-wire taking the scsi(scuzzi) out | |
| They thinking about making a big noise but never shout (Shh!) | |
| Let's wake the baby with a baseball bat | |
| At least the screaming has a meaning, cat | |
| Consider that | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Consider it | |
| Consider it a | |
| Consider it a promise not a threat, that we wreck mics | |
| Consider it | |
| Consider it a | |
| Consider it accomplished, keep your windpipe sealed tight | |
| Don't eat | |
| Don't eat | |
| Don't speak | |
| Can't speak | |
| Can't eat | |
| Can't eat | |
| Can't speak | |
| Don't eat | |
| Force feed (x6) | |
| All of y'all anorexia | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| Dude, they might be hungry | |
| It seems they would rather shrivel and die | |
| Well, i'ma force feed 'em, treat 'em | |
| Till they choke on their pride | |
| They shielding their eyes, but no complaints | |
| These fucking stow-aways catch a free ride | |
| Like chim-chim in the trunk of the Mach 5 | |
| Backwards I'm bending and mending every broken stitch | |
| Steady, fending off bulemics | |
| Rock the same shit | |
| Well, I think it's all they got man, so won't you let it live | |
| Nah, they can watch me kill this fucking beat | |
| Cause I created it | |
| Why is it that they never take a risk | |
| When they laying bricks? | |
| My weight alone will serve them | |
| While they serving my favorite dish | |
| Spanish rice burritos and a plate of fish | |
| Damn, that sound good as hell man, I'm tasting it | |
| Now is he making sense? | |
| We eat, sleep, and pay the rent | |
| To make a track | |
| Wreck a show | |
| And laugh at y'all that play events | |
| Like, ha, HA! (x3) | |
| Now, Yo, Let's rap man! | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Consider it a promise not a threat that we wreck mics | |
| Consider it accomplished, keep that wind pipe sealed tight | |
| Consider it a promise not a threat that we wreck mics | |
| Consider it accomplished, keep that wind pipe sealed tight | |
| Consider it (x8) | |
| Consider this | |
| Consider that | |
| Consider this | |
| Consider that | |
| Consider this | |
| Consider this | |
| [Outro] | |
| "I say fuck em" | |
| Yo (x3) | |
| "Turbo, ok....stop!" |
| zuo qu : Turbo Nemesis | |
| I know they hungry | |
| But, I don' t think they want it inside | |
| Well, I' m gonna keep force feeding them till comets collide | |
| They vomit they lies and act all astonished when I | |
| Spit blood on a verse that is honestly mine | |
| Right from the atery | |
| A part of me courses through these blue veins | |
| I' m starving in the lunch line | |
| Eating up the food chain | |
| Giving anorexia a new name | |
| It' s for the people who get full | |
| After a few grains of loose change | |
| So whose to blame | |
| Fools who hang on what the people said | |
| Or maybe it' s they sidekicks | |
| Who try to keep their ego fed | |
| I got the needle and thread | |
| Sewing up they windpipe | |
| So maybe they can stop inhaling other people' s insight | |
| I' m midnight snacking on rapping | |
| To feed my appetite | |
| I see you jokers acting like those crumbs will keep you satisfied | |
| Yo, they must be on a passion strike | |
| I see the picket signs shouting | |
| Everybody who wants some props, just get in line | |
| Serving number 37 | |
| All of y' all just wait | |
| Good job, now pat yourself on the back | |
| And attach your vertabrae | |
| Slip a disk | |
| Your threeinch floppies make me sick | |
| Need to reboot quick | |
| Cause now you' re dealing with the zip | |
| And a hard drive | |
| The live firewire taking the scsi scuzzi out | |
| They thinking about making a big noise but never shout Shh! | |
| Let' s wake the baby with a baseball bat | |
| At least the screaming has a meaning, cat | |
| Consider that | |
| Chorus | |
| Consider it | |
| Consider it a | |
| Consider it a promise not a threat, that we wreck mics | |
| Consider it | |
| Consider it a | |
| Consider it accomplished, keep your windpipe sealed tight | |
| Don' t eat | |
| Don' t eat | |
| Don' t speak | |
| Can' t speak | |
| Can' t eat | |
| Can' t eat | |
| Can' t speak | |
| Don' t eat | |
| Force feed x6 | |
| All of y' all anorexia | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Dude, they might be hungry | |
| It seems they would rather shrivel and die | |
| Well, i' ma force feed ' em, treat ' em | |
| Till they choke on their pride | |
| They shielding their eyes, but no complaints | |
| These fucking stowaways catch a free ride | |
| Like chimchim in the trunk of the Mach 5 | |
| Backwards I' m bending and mending every broken stitch | |
| Steady, fending off bulemics | |
| Rock the same shit | |
| Well, I think it' s all they got man, so won' t you let it live | |
| Nah, they can watch me kill this fucking beat | |
| Cause I created it | |
| Why is it that they never take a risk | |
| When they laying bricks? | |
| My weight alone will serve them | |
| While they serving my favorite dish | |
| Spanish rice burritos and a plate of fish | |
| Damn, that sound good as hell man, I' m tasting it | |
| Now is he making sense? | |
| We eat, sleep, and pay the rent | |
| To make a track | |
| Wreck a show | |
| And laugh at y' all that play events | |
| Like, ha, HA! x3 | |
| Now, Yo, Let' s rap man! | |
| Chorus | |
| Consider it a promise not a threat that we wreck mics | |
| Consider it accomplished, keep that wind pipe sealed tight | |
| Consider it a promise not a threat that we wreck mics | |
| Consider it accomplished, keep that wind pipe sealed tight | |
| Consider it x8 | |
| Consider this | |
| Consider that | |
| Consider this | |
| Consider that | |
| Consider this | |
| Consider this | |
| Outro | |
| " I say fuck em" | |
| Yo x3 | |
| " Turbo, ok.... stop!" |
| zuò qǔ : Turbo Nemesis | |
| I know they hungry | |
| But, I don' t think they want it inside | |
| Well, I' m gonna keep force feeding them till comets collide | |
| They vomit they lies and act all astonished when I | |
| Spit blood on a verse that is honestly mine | |
| Right from the atery | |
| A part of me courses through these blue veins | |
| I' m starving in the lunch line | |
| Eating up the food chain | |
| Giving anorexia a new name | |
| It' s for the people who get full | |
| After a few grains of loose change | |
| So whose to blame | |
| Fools who hang on what the people said | |
| Or maybe it' s they sidekicks | |
| Who try to keep their ego fed | |
| I got the needle and thread | |
| Sewing up they windpipe | |
| So maybe they can stop inhaling other people' s insight | |
| I' m midnight snacking on rapping | |
| To feed my appetite | |
| I see you jokers acting like those crumbs will keep you satisfied | |
| Yo, they must be on a passion strike | |
| I see the picket signs shouting | |
| Everybody who wants some props, just get in line | |
| Serving number 37 | |
| All of y' all just wait | |
| Good job, now pat yourself on the back | |
| And attach your vertabrae | |
| Slip a disk | |
| Your threeinch floppies make me sick | |
| Need to reboot quick | |
| Cause now you' re dealing with the zip | |
| And a hard drive | |
| The live firewire taking the scsi scuzzi out | |
| They thinking about making a big noise but never shout Shh! | |
| Let' s wake the baby with a baseball bat | |
| At least the screaming has a meaning, cat | |
| Consider that | |
| Chorus | |
| Consider it | |
| Consider it a | |
| Consider it a promise not a threat, that we wreck mics | |
| Consider it | |
| Consider it a | |
| Consider it accomplished, keep your windpipe sealed tight | |
| Don' t eat | |
| Don' t eat | |
| Don' t speak | |
| Can' t speak | |
| Can' t eat | |
| Can' t eat | |
| Can' t speak | |
| Don' t eat | |
| Force feed x6 | |
| All of y' all anorexia | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Dude, they might be hungry | |
| It seems they would rather shrivel and die | |
| Well, i' ma force feed ' em, treat ' em | |
| Till they choke on their pride | |
| They shielding their eyes, but no complaints | |
| These fucking stowaways catch a free ride | |
| Like chimchim in the trunk of the Mach 5 | |
| Backwards I' m bending and mending every broken stitch | |
| Steady, fending off bulemics | |
| Rock the same shit | |
| Well, I think it' s all they got man, so won' t you let it live | |
| Nah, they can watch me kill this fucking beat | |
| Cause I created it | |
| Why is it that they never take a risk | |
| When they laying bricks? | |
| My weight alone will serve them | |
| While they serving my favorite dish | |
| Spanish rice burritos and a plate of fish | |
| Damn, that sound good as hell man, I' m tasting it | |
| Now is he making sense? | |
| We eat, sleep, and pay the rent | |
| To make a track | |
| Wreck a show | |
| And laugh at y' all that play events | |
| Like, ha, HA! x3 | |
| Now, Yo, Let' s rap man! | |
| Chorus | |
| Consider it a promise not a threat that we wreck mics | |
| Consider it accomplished, keep that wind pipe sealed tight | |
| Consider it a promise not a threat that we wreck mics | |
| Consider it accomplished, keep that wind pipe sealed tight | |
| Consider it x8 | |
| Consider this | |
| Consider that | |
| Consider this | |
| Consider that | |
| Consider this | |
| Consider this | |
| Outro | |
| " I say fuck em" | |
| Yo x3 | |
| " Turbo, ok.... stop!" |
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