[Verse 1]
Cook ‘em in the pot make ‘em sweeter than the pops
Pour the pleasure on the top when it hit the fucking spot
No measure of the god foods
No fucking talk of your hot mood
Put the butter on the palette
Mix a motherfucker salad
Beat a maggot with a mallet
Let the flames chew at critics brain
“Is this a vein in my veal?”
Swallow it still
Follow it go down just like steal
Digesting a very very young blood with just a hint of that kale and a shotty meal made of mud
And quail eggs from a birds nest set sail in from Budapest
Eat a beauty of a goulash off my chick’s breast
And yo you get it?
Like I fed it with feta get a taste bomb in your face
Then let it settle in a meadow with the grass that feed the cattle
And while I knead and I knead and I need a little pasta and a parmesan shredder
[Ricky Babcock on Bass]
[Verse 2]
You’ve heard of Tom?
He’s tonight's main dinner
I feed him on the daily, send him letters, then pluck the feathers and serve the dome on a chrome plater its a solid header (Boo)
You better bet it does not get very better than
Fresh lobster with a mobster and a monster
But king crab?
I nag and fucking nab for flesh of that large lad
It goes well with that human slab
Man, what a team up
See that steam up?
See the pastry puff?
You see that girl licking plates?
Yeah you must want the muff
I give you a tough break
And rough cakes in first place she first up
For fuck sakes you get me roller and fresh crepes
We eating good
No hood chicken
No reservation fucking finger licking
You setting tables just with the brandy?
Sorry for being just so demand-y
But I'm hungry
Shit, silence of the man-ies
Cook ‘em in the pot make ‘em sweeter than the pops
Pour the pleasure on the top when it hit the fucking spot
No measure of the god foods
No fucking talk of your hot mood
Put the butter on the palette
Mix a motherfucker salad
Beat a maggot with a mallet
Let the flames chew at critics brain
“Is this a vein in my veal?”
Swallow it still
Follow it go down just like steal
Digesting a very very young blood with just a hint of that kale and a shotty meal made of mud
And quail eggs from a birds nest set sail in from Budapest
Eat a beauty of a goulash off my chick’s breast
And yo you get it?
Like I fed it with feta get a taste bomb in your face
Then let it settle in a meadow with the grass that feed the cattle
And while I knead and I knead and I need a little pasta and a parmesan shredder
[Ricky Babcock on Bass]
[Verse 2]
You’ve heard of Tom?
He’s tonight's main dinner
I feed him on the daily, send him letters, then pluck the feathers and serve the dome on a chrome plater its a solid header (Boo)
You better bet it does not get very better than
Fresh lobster with a mobster and a monster
But king crab?
I nag and fucking nab for flesh of that large lad
It goes well with that human slab
Man, what a team up
See that steam up?
See the pastry puff?
You see that girl licking plates?
Yeah you must want the muff
I give you a tough break
And rough cakes in first place she first up
For fuck sakes you get me roller and fresh crepes
We eating good
No hood chicken
No reservation fucking finger licking
You setting tables just with the brandy?
Sorry for being just so demand-y
But I'm hungry
Shit, silence of the man-ies
( Wiidaaseh )
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