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wiidaaseh - food lyrics

[verse 1]
cook ‘em in the pot make ‘em sweeter than the pops
pour the pleasure on the top when it hit the f-cking spot
no measure of the god foods
no f-cking talk of your hot mood
put the b-tter on the palette
mix a motherf-cker 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 gr-ss that feed the cattle
and while i knead and i knead and i need a little pasta and a parmesan shredder

[ricky babc-ck on b-ss]

[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 f-cking 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 l!cking plates?
yeah you must want the m-ff
i give you a tough break
and rough cakes in first place she first up
for f-ck sakes you get me roller and fresh crepes
we eating good
no hood chicken
no reservation f-cking finger l!cking
you setting tables just with the brandy?
sorry for being just so demand-y
but i’m hungry
sh-t, silence of the man-ies

- wiidaaseh lyrics

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