Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Food For Thought, artist - Necro. Album song The Pre-Fix For Death, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.09.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Psycho + Logical, Psycho+Logical
Song language: English
Food For Thought |
Get served like a restaurant, follow my orders |
Your style gets taken out, 'cause you’re a bite swallowed with water |
I think I’ll eat into your mind instead |
Poison you with M.S.G then crack you with cans of soda upside your head |
It’s free delivery of flavour at it’s foulest |
You could get beat down all day, I stay open for hours |
Fly like chicken wings, what I prepare kid |
Will leave your stomach full of knife wounds, you’ll need some spare ribs |
You’re fish, you’re chicken, my recipe |
Requires me leaving your gizard scissor’d, my specialty |
Is an apetizer, you’re hungry? |
I’m starvin’ya |
'Cause you’re souped up, my evil’s won ton, get burnt like barbecue |
Shrimp, anybody that stepped to me lost |
'Cause my steelo is cold like noodles with sesame sauce |
Now eat your words as you shoot your bladder |
Cause you got no guts in you, them shits are onn my poo poo platter |
Yo it’s food for thought, these fightin’rhymes |
Hit every street corner like chinese take-out, vitamins for the mind |
Nutrients for the brain, lyrical fluid |
Is dirty like the chinese food in your hood but you’re still addicted to it You’re lost in the sauce as it clogs your vessels |
I’ll undo the blouse of your spouse and give her my house special |
My raps are hot and sour, they choke you |
You make no moves like a vegetable, you’re fake like tofu |
When I rap to my customers I’m nice |
But if you’re not you’ll get porked with a fork 'cause my brain’s fried like |
rice |
You’re vegetarian, you don’t want beef |
You won’t bite with no more teeth, you’re a crumb like 4C (?) |
Your whole fuckin’character’s dead |
You’re plain like fried rice without the pees, carrots and egg |
I’m white like rice without the soy sauce |
And if you hate me for that, kid step up and end up a destroyed corpse |
You’re chopped like suey, the slang I drop is chewy |
Mad hard, cats can’t digest |
The food is fat packed with lard, too much gives you a bad heart |
You’re so gassed your ass blasted out a gastric fart |
I start cookin’with a low flame then increase |
Till you’re deceased with your brain on the floor lookin’like lo mein |
Torment you constantly, serve you broccoli |
Mixed with Clorox to see if you plot, my menu’s an atrocity |
Here’s a fortune cookie, my generosity |
It reads: Very soon in the future you’ll vomit green |
Your mom cries from her eyes when you’re cut up like onions |
Then your body’s reincarnated in the form of dumplings |
Take my advice, try a quart of Boiled rice, dandruff, oiled lice, here’s your side order |
You got lobster on your plate ready to be chewed |
But you’re going to starve 'cause you’re blind and can’t see food |
You’re sweet without the sour |
So I force you to devour sauerkraut raw for about an hour |
Chicken, I’ll leave your breast cut |
Saut it with as-bes-tos, 'cause I’m water chest-nuts! |