 I'm in the mood. Plain and simple. I need food. Eat some beans and very soon everybody in the place would leave the room. And for some reason, I can't reveal. So pass a banana so I can peel. Slide to the kitchen, stuff my face, leaving not one crumb in the place. Cause I can bust with rap back to back and I'll devour any MC as if he were a snack. I'll eat and eat and drink and drink and I'll tell you one thing, my breath don't stick.