Текст песни Feeding The Business - Nic Steez

One, two, three, four
Sesh really mad to the core bet he won't twitch when I spray him to the floor
Five, six, seven, eight
Know that I feed off hate heard your new shit but I didn't hear a date
Nine, ten, heaven, hell
Welcome to my lair it's a cell never gonna back up what you're writing I can tell
B-O-N-E
Essence in the air like a b-n-b six years ahead gonna act like you're beating me

Shit I fucking love when you talk like a bitch
Hit 'em with the shotty put his body in a ditch
Give him to the wulf album was a miss
'Nuff is enough when the feature wanna diss
I'm too sick shit was a burden
Coming from the grave took his stone and I burned it
Better bring straps cause I got two hearses
Permanent naps get buried with purses
Bitches wilding why they trying
Hit 'em with a cover and they all start crying
Devil in the dark you bark I'm biting
Feeding up the business deadboy dying
Words I'm rhyming cars I'm driving
If I gotta fight I'm a king like lion
In the moonlight with a knife I'm striving
And it's on sight in the night then silence
Woah