Letra de Feeding Time

[Hook: ClockworC & Mr.Grey] (x2)
This is feeding time been hungry all my li-i-i-fe
I've been gum-bit but my stomach can never be satisfied
I'm a black hole spit with them now and the cracked skulls
It's a fact nobody be holding a candle
[Verse 1: Mr.Grey]
I'm that dude with a black soul
The hunger of black hoes
Storming your cast so you can call me an asshole
Grey gorilla demigod
Atom bomb
Split tongue
Spit truth
Waste booth
Dialectic napalm
I'm the motherfucking king of the hill
And if you're looking for true evil then this is the root for real
I'm a vengeful son of an animal
Stomach [grout fit?] for a cannibal
Pit bull hard body dropping in though
I've seen the day that the stars collide
You see your life through songs
Just starry eyеs
You really think that you got God on your side
I got the dеvil sitting shotgun doing the drive-by
Spraying every opponent
In my wave sick flow
You get steam roped
Lighter than you rappers singing out of key
This is the rise of a dynasty
I'm indeed finding diamonds
Shot so hard
Leave the world blind
And the darkness unwinds
[Hook: ClockworC & Mr.Grey] (x2)
This is feeding time been hungry all my li-i-i-fe
I've been gum-bit but my stomach can never be satisfied
I'm a black hole spit with them now and the cracked skulls
It's a fact nobody be holding a candle
[Verse 2: ClockworC]
I'm the definition of sinister rock
A devilish grin
Ya know I be the shit
You just a quiff in the wind
This that Indiana Jones flow
Equipped with the whipped tongue
Every bar I spit's
Equivalent of the Ark opening up
Slithering in my shit again
Put it down never fit it in
I'mma scrape head
With a head full of medicine
In the pit again
Trynna find the kid again
But he's gone with the black cat
Don't cross the road
Truck was another holy rolling stone
[Holding?] call then I grabbed the phone
Didn't I know there was nobody home
Still nobody home
I'm wrong gone
Eating up living in raw charge
Charge coughs
Can't be blowing a bald spots
You living in a fox hole another box hole with a Bach hole
Kicking them Pong songs
Wait for it
Pray for it
Yup
Skies gonna fall when we all scream for it
Pot filled up but I'm gonna drink for it
See for it
Blow it all to hell
But when I dance with the devil I dance with myself
So please tell me
I'm a message in a bottle full of whiskey
In the stream
Picking on concrete jungle beats
Clock gotta work till sun deceased
Come to pillage I'm the niece so fuck it
[Hook: ClockworC & Mr.Grey] (x2)
This is feeding time been hungry all my li-i-i-fe
I've been gum-bit but my stomach can never be satisfied
I'm a black hole spit with them now and the cracked skulls
It's a fact nobody be holding a candle