I'm Starving - Spose

Ain’t shit changed, still bony, no bowflex

Googling some titties when my girl won’t give me throat sex

(Swag) Stressing, strung out, kotex

Wishing I could get my money back from them old checks

American, proletariat, derelict

No inheritance, heiresses think my lair is embarrassing

I’m the stoner Spider-Man, ripping chemical vitamins

Spit it, general cypherin', gripping emerald Heinekens

I sold LP’s, smoked lb’s

You smell me?

That’s Wells Beach

I’m on my soil, chilling on a winter’s night

I ran out of oil, that’s that shit I don’t like

Came in the game with a brain, not an amulet

I need the cannabis, not what is on the mannequin

I procreated so you know I need the money

Must’ve saw me looking scrawny and they thought he wasn’t hungry

I’m starving, I’m starving

Shit I’ll eat all the food in your apartment

I’m starving, I’m starving

I might even eat the shit up out the garbage

I’m starving, I’m starving

I’ll eat the whole turkey you ain’t gotta carve it

I’m starving, I’m starving

I’ll eat the walls and the ceiling and the carpet

Yo, it’s that ugly white rapper, no, not Paul Wall

But the one from the North, doesn’t say «all y’all»

I got a ten sack, that’s like eight more balls

And I’m gonna blow trees till the acorns fall, ayup

It’s like I’m riding in a beamer

When I’m in a Nissan with Ryan Peters on the speakers, ayup

Same shit, people that I came with

Still up in Maine, bitch, I ain’t that famous

And this isn’t commercial

But it would be if I hadn’t been dropped from Universal

They say you gotta pay to fly

You want filets on a plane, well them stakes is high

So I’m sitting at McDonald’s, I don’t got a dollar

I might spit in it and then sip the saliva out the bottle

I procreated so you know I need the money

Must’ve saw me looking scrawny and they thought he wasn’t hungry

I’m starving, I’m starving

Shit I’ll eat all the food in your apartment

I’m starving, I’m starving

I might even eat the shit up out the garbage

I’m starving, I’m starving

I’ll eat the whole turkey you ain’t gotta carve it

I’m starving, I’m starving

I’ll eat the walls and the ceiling and the carpet

(Skinny women lose weight like)

(Bring it)

This is East of Eden mixed with Reasonable Doubt

Made an album for the label but they never put it out

Paid my dues now I’m waiting on a couch

Made enough off rap for down payments on a house, ayup

Come hither, the blunt and drum hitter

The humble humdinger, the mumbling gunslinger, ayup

Truck beds, middle class, bud hev

Nickelback, little cash, enough said, cripple swag

(Spizzy) Back like a tramp stamp locale

Made a hundred grand in a month but I’m broke now

(Spizzy) Luckily, that’s what my steez is

Genius, covered in the crumbs from the Cheez-Its

I got the fame minimal, nickname pivotal

Whip game miserable, rib cage visible

I procreated, man, you know I need the money

Must’ve saw me looking scrawny and they thought he wasn’t hungry

I’m starving, I’m starving

Shit I’ll eat all the food in your apartment

I’m starving, I’m starving

I might even eat the shit up out the garbage

I’m starving, I’m starving

I’ll eat the whole turkey you ain’t gotta carve it

I’m starving, I’m starving

I’ll eat the walls and the ceiling and the carpet

(Skinny women lose weight like)

(We really need food)