[Verse 1] It's useless to fight back I serve your crew as a light snack with a spoon and a spiked bat Twig armed skinny, but beat like the pigs heart's in me Gluttony, cold cut the beef I eat you out of house and home like it's one course, for real Chop pork while cops snort and squeal Lock jaws of steel, the cannibal pizza chef I season flesh, then make the waiter clean the mess And bash your head in with a root vegetable and boot Then eat the evidence in soup Cheese indica hydro spliff in the side bowl b**h, say "Ahh" while I slam dunk a pumpkin into your pie hole My stomach acid could break down your platinum chain f**ing famished, I munch a banquet and complain Cash cow farmer, milk it and make C.R.E.A.M Yelling your cooking's disgusting, licking the plate clean Treat salmonella like the common cold And read the entire Yongle Encyclopedia on the bowl Greedy, demanding more with a stomach bursting Hear him banging on the table for another serving [Hook] Jesus Christ, show us where he fits it all He seen the light when opening the fridges door Slam it shut, leave through the exit Enter the darkside with the contents being digested Me hungry, extreme munchies Need money to feed tummy (Fool, I'm gluttonous) Me hungry, extreme munchies
Need money to feed tummy [Verse 2] Behold a pale horse and eat it whole, on a f**ing bu*tered seeded roll High blood pressure plus I need a stroll Pointing at the cupboard like "Fetch me a bowl" Chewing opium seeds with motor fatigue And cough and hock like an asthmatic, Dr Scott... The skinniest fat ba*tard on the block Suspiciously find him trying to chill in your kitchen And admits he sees your head as a rotisserie chicken Parasites, ate the lot, that was nice Think I'm full then adopt several lost appetites Pa** the pipe, serve fake rappers soufflé [?] b**h cliques hang with meat hooks Yogi Bear's in his picnic basket, pre-cooked And ready to eat, (Argh) A hell of a feast Keeps a fresh skinned head in his packed lunch On his way to Sesame Street, with a Tec and a bat son To beat the Cookie Monster to d**h for his last crumb I munch a f**ing Hungry Hippo and guzzle [?] Can't cook but will though, prey gets caught, cut and grilled slow [Hook] Jesus Christ, show us where he fits it all He seen the light when opening the fridges door Slam it shut, leave through the exit Enter the darkside with the contents being digested Me hungry, extreme munchies Need money to feed tummy (Fool) Extreme munchies, me hungry Need money to feed tummy