[Intro]
I'm so hungry
I think it's time for dinner
Yeah, dinnertime
I gotta, I gotta kill for my dinner
That's what it is!
Seven provided the, ingredients to this song
All I'm bringin' is the salt n' pepper and the hot sauce ya feel me?
Cause I'm a mothafuckin' nutbagg
Feel it out

[Hook]
I don't give a fuck about what you think
I don't give a fuck about what you feel
Drop that album, deliver true feels
Crack that Yak bitch, pop that pill
I rock that steel
Sit in a cage, I got an appetite for crack and pop that steel
I pop that veal
Y'all mothafuckers is not that real
I'm a nutbagg and, (nutbagg)
I don't give a fuck about what you think
I don't give a fuck about what you feel (fuck that)
Drop that album how the truth feels
Crack that Yak, bitch pop that pill
I rock that steel
Sit in a cage, I got an appetite for crack and pop that steel
I pop that veal
Y'all mothafuckers is not that real
I'm a nutt bagg and
[Chorus (Plays over Hook)]
I don’t give a fuck 'bout how you feel
'Bout me, I kill for free, ever chill with me and
I don’t give a fuck 'bout how you feel
'Bout me, I kill for free, I’m still just me and

[Verse 1]
Imma gut bag 'em up, toe tag 'em
Kick like Enter the Dragon don't ago-nize me
Put rat poison up into my I.V, try me
Took rap n***as right to the crime scene
I'm a crime scene maker, life taker
Take 'em on the stage and rape 'em, no apron
I'm scrape his face and face Satan
I'mma take his place and get a Jason
Mask, better be ready to duck fast
Never be ready to face me I cut grass
Leaving 'em dead, I put three in his head
And then I feed him to dead and proceed to cut, stab
I ain't need to flip it, I spit sick
Got syphilistic, your bitch get lit
I'm telling you this is the sickness shit
I'm smelling you this shit can get twisted
I'm in a rage, I didn't get paid now my life is stuck in a cage (damn)
I stay with the same Glock and the gauge
My heart's burnin', I'm turnin' the page
Anybody that face me, I get 'em filleted
Laid in the shade with a bag o' naze (that's right)
I spit sicker than a bag of AIDS
'Bout to blow back up, so I have grenades (boom)
Get sick to this, and get a butcher knife
Slit ya bitch's wrist, now ya took her life
In a 56 and a hooker light
Your bitch is with me, tell her, "good night"
I'm 51-51-50
Don't get the hung, lynch, you're gon' get it
Don't sit too rich, Lynch is gon' get it
Gon' get to this quick, I spit liquid
They call me the nutbagg
[Hook]
I don't give a fuck about what you think
I don't give a fuck about what you feel
Drop that album, deliver true feels
Crack that Yak bitch, pop that pill
I rock that steel
Sit in a cage, I got an appetite for crack and pop that steel
I pop that veal
Y'all mothafuckers is not that real
I'm a nutbagg and
I don't give a fuck about what you think
I don't give a fuck about what you feel
Drop that album how the truth feels
Crack that Yak, bitch pop that pill
I rock that steel
Sit in a cage, I got an appetite for crack and pop that steel
I pop that veal
Y'all mothafuckers is not that real
I'm a nutt bagg and

[Chorus (Plays over Hook)]
I don’t give a fuck 'bout how you feel
'Bout me, I kill for free, ever chill with me and
I don’t give a fuck 'bout how you feel
'Bout me, I kill for free, I’m still just me and
[Verse 2]
I'mma put average n***as up in the attic
Take they bitches and stab 'em up in the abdomen
Leaving bodies on Madison Avenue, I'm having you
For dinner and a movie after I stab at you
You got a bit of the sickness, n***a haven't you
It's like cocaine so I ain't got an attitude
Bada bing bada boom I'm in ya room and all I wanna do is
Sing another tune and bring another tool, and bring another, who
Get cut up, what up, shit, nut up with us, get fucked up with us
Or don't fuck with us
Get cut up the butt kick, shut up, ya butt's slit
Razor blade ya, today's the day
'Cause you paved the way for two days to get ate up
Shave his legs and toupée's get blazed up
Eat his brains and put flames in they guts
Emeril Lagasse, your posse
You don't see what I see, you're not me
With this shit Imma get my monopoly (what else?)
Not even a freight train can stop me (nah-uh)
Not even the straight cane can rock me
Use weed to maintain a top speed
Low down to slow down with the four pound
Oh now you go now (you know now)
I'm in a rage, I didn't get paid, now my life's stuck in a cage
I stay with the same Glock and the gauge
My life's burnin', I'm turning the page
Anybody that face me, I get 'em filleted
Laid in the shade with a bag o' naze
I get sicker than a bag of AIDS
'Bout to blow back up so I have grenades

[Pre-Hook]
Aye did she call?
Let me know when she call

[Hook]
I don't give a fuck about what you think
I don't give a fuck about what you feel
Drop that album, deliver true feels
Crack that Yak bitch, pop that pill
I rock that steel
Sit in a cage, I got an appetite for crack and pop that steel
I pop that veal
Y'all mothafuckers is not that real
I'm a nutbagg and
I don't give a fuck about what you think
I don't give a fuck about what you feel
Drop that album how the truth feels
Crack that Yak, bitch pop that pill
I rock that steel
Sit in a cage, I got an appetite for crack and pop that steel
I pop that veal
Y'all mothafuckers is not that real
I'm a nutt bagg and

[Chorus (Plays over Hook)]
I don’t give a fuck 'bout how you feel
'Bout me, I kill for free, ever chill with me and
I don’t give a fuck 'bout how you feel
'Bout me, I kill for free, I’m still just me and

[Outro]
She didn't? Aiight
I'm up in here, I ain't drunk
What you say?
Oh-uh, alright
She called?
When's the next meeting?
Alright, we got it then
Just let me take this out to the back