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