Eat.

As I creep, picture every human that I seek Slabs of human meat Cause my kids gotta eat I lives kinda deep, dark, up in tha cut Where niggas load nines, and barrel-fuck a slut Nigga, what? You ain't even seen me in my prime Eatin' baby brains, baby veins, baby spines I know they be cryin' when I'm cuttin' off the neck I'm peelin' off the skin for some bacon-fried croquettes Baby villain spine, that baby-killin' mind A fifth-pound of gin cause I know I'm doin' time So catch me now before I do my next crime My kids' gotta eat, somebody's baby's on the line, nigga

Brotha Lynch Hung is kind of disturbing.