Lyrics Brain Food (What's for Dinner) - Speak

Brain Food (What's for Dinner)

I used to wanna rhyme like Black Star
Now all I wanna do is sell Black Tar
Heroin to white girls with them black cards
Bitch!
I told you one day I would be a rap star
Not the type to be concerned with being fresh to death
But the type to post in my garage all night cookin' meth
Crystals in my pocket im a science fair winner
The smell of beef and rotten teeth, hey mama whats for dinner
Trick-or-Treat let em tweak
Obsessively I will Tweet
See the scabs across my face, what the fuck is wrong with SPEAK!
Shut the door im watchin' porn
Its my choice to be alone
See the girl fuck a whore
Just leave me be, to each his own
Every rappers got they on set of problems
And im the Jew sent from Hell who really wants to rob em
Well what the fuck would I do with some Nikes and a snapback
You lames are walkin' ATM’s and im expecting cash back
LSD flashbacks hit me like a flash-flood
2 Cold Scorpio fuckin' with that Flash Funk
In my trunk I got a Mexican family
Moving weight is passé
We into human trafficking
Everybody’s panicin' the worlds about to end
And 2012 is comin' up im lookin' for some head
Shit im tryna get some face, im tryna get some mouth
On the couch my mama gave to me the day that I moved out
Now you’ll see what happens when this birdie leaves the nest
Im droppin shit from up above so please enjoy the mess
This is for my ex’s each and every one
Half are pregnant half are married all are looking pretty dumb
But maybe it was better that we ended when we did
Cause I probably woulda killed myself if you had my kid
I am not the father, I am not the son
I am Inside Out Boy, this here is my gun