Woke up this morning with an appetite. Ravenous, trying to eat in the bright morning light. Searching for my next meal, without a crumb in sight.
We hungry, Boss, could you spare us a bite?
Slept on an empty stomach, and rolled ‘round the bed. With dreams of sugar plums dancing in my head. Staring at the cold truth that I simply ain’t fed.
We hungry, Boss, I hope you hear what we said.
Showed up at the job with my suit and a smile. On my good foot, too, to walk the long mile. Took a look at my check, and this shit ain’t my style.
We hungry, Boss, please don’t make us go wild!
Everybody eats B, but only what you kill. But I’m tired of swallowing that hard ass pill. So I’m running on E to find something I can feel.
We hungry, Boss, don’t real recognize real?
No seriously, I’m starved and tired of taking hits. And fuck a little, I want a whole lotta bit. You thinking I’m joking, and that’s just it!
We hungry, Boss, so don’t play with our shit.
Eyes bigger than my stomach, yeah.. and, so what? I’m from the era where young cats run shit like King Tut. And that’s without an if, an and, or a but.
We hungry, Boss, so don’t fuck up our lunch.
Too many forks in my road; I’m tired of pickin’ sides. And playing the little spoon just fucks with my pride. There’s a knife in my back, and one in my side.
We hungry, Boss, and it’s almost time to ride.
So, if I seem a bit off, it’s cuz I ain’t ate. I’m on my way home, with no time to wait. Not a moment too soon, nor a second too late.
We hungry, Boss, now show us the plate.
I said it once, and don’t want to repeat. But fuck it, I’m starving and this shit ain’t sweet. Now, I won’t be as nice the next time we meet.
We hungry, Boss, now let the big dogs eat.