Lyrics R U Gonna Eat That - Marco Polo, Dopplegangaz

R U Gonna Eat That

Yo, Matter Ov Fact and this honkey pig
Been cloaked out for what seems like donkey’s years
Every night grimacing up on another steeple’s stairs
Finishing other peoples' beers
Here, I found some bottles in a stack of rubble
Half-full, never mind the lipstick or the lack of bubbles
Hopefully a spritz of Windex might numb
The possibility of herpes simplex type one
Um, you point your index like bum
Only to get a smile back with a raised right thumb
He on cloud nine from finding a dried plum
After surviving the last three days on Stride gum
Yum, even though it’s long lasting
It’s hard for the human body to grow strong fasting
That’s why the Dopplegang staff gas
When they don’t have to raise the Groggy Pack flag half mast
You would think they’d be asking for some feedback
Only question Doppel has- yo my nigga, you gonna eat that?
Look’s like you’re finished with that grilled chicken, wheat wrap
So you gonna give it up or are you gonna eat that?
You would think they’d be asking for some feedback
Only question Doppel has- yo my bro, you gonna eat that?
At the local butcher begging for some meat scraps
So you gonna give it up or are you gonna eat that?
Of a creed with no desire to feed, just wanna fat
Take heed from brothel breeds, in dire need for Monistat
On attack for restaurant wait staff to dump scraps
From out the back and take half that shark chum
For those that keep a sharp tongue
I throw parched mouth, crevice full of starch scum
Bar none, I stank of shit baffle, from the rank of it
No this is my handkerchief satchel
Reeking of mackerel, met the pro Asperger
Vegetables plus the Mexico tap water
Keep a rap slaughter on back order
Cheap crap hoarder, in fact sort of a freak
Took a nap on the street
My brew, Matter Ov Fact self-extracting his teeth
A three-year-old package of meat
Left in the heat on the seat in the back of a jeep
A rare treat for the rapping elite