[Intro] (Calliope fades in... crowd cheering...) "Ladies and gentlemen... Step right up... Tonight's headliner... is HUNGER." [Verse 1] Unapologetic cannibal, noises in the booth, Eatin' rappers raw, no fork, just tooth. It's always nice havin' old friends for dinner, Seasoned with they weak-ass flows, watch 'em simmer. Sautéed the mic, lit the gas—EXPLOSION, Lyrics detonate, leave the game in corrosion. You swallow the bars I'm spittin', choke on the venom, Still cryin' 'bout your trauma—ain't got the monster in 'em. Step right up, welcome to the big top feast, I'm the ringmaster, every rapper food to me. Top hat, blood stains, grin full of malice, Built this whole circus from bones and broken talents. I carve careers up, bone marrow on the menu, Your favorite rapper's next—I got reservations for the venue. Chainsaw tongue, no debate, no surrender, You baby food soft—I throw your ass in the blender. [Pre-Chorus] Hear the crowd... Hear 'em roar... Everybody bought a ticket... Nobody knows what for. [Chorus] Step right up... Welcome to the feast. Every beat's another body, Every verse another beast. Round and round the carousel, Blood beneath the floor. Everybody enters smiling... Nobody leaves the door. [Verse 2] I'm the apex predator, ain't no debate, Turn legends into leftovers, Tupperware they whole estate. Blood on the beat, red drippin' off the hi-hat, Every bar a meat cleaver—where the hype at? No mercy, no grace, just gastric acid rain, Dissolve your whole discography, wash away your name. You bite the hand that feeds? I bite the whole face off, Leave you headless in the cypher while the crowd goes off. Old heads gettin' roasted, new jacks gettin' grilled, I don't pop pills, I pop necks for the thrill. Your flow vegetarian, mine carnivore savage, Devour the industry, leave the corpse in the cabbage. Fuck a feature—I feature in your nightmares, Chewin' on your ad-libs while you cry into the mirror. Trauma this, trauma that—I ate my demons whole, Now they fuel every verse while I swallow every soul. [Bridge] Ladies... Gentlemen... The next act... is volunteer only. Too late. You already signed the waiver. [Final Chorus] Step right up... Welcome to the feast. The ringmaster's smiling, While he dines on every beat. No apology. No remorse. Just crunchin' through the bones. This the last supper— Bow down... Or get served. [Outro] Cannibal king... Crown made of mic cords pulled tight. Curtains close. Crowd goes silent. Encore? [End Song]
