Freddie Bruno - All You Can Eat lyrics

[Verse 1: Manchild] Flipping them burgers man, I'm so dang jive Fries on the front, back, middle, and side Supersize but I comb red hair dye Coordination stunted when my glands go bye Stepping off the wagon cause the man's on fire Can't eat it all but I sure can try Buckle up tomorrow with a new pants size More manCHILD to love the fans cry Don't matter much cause I bust so hard Ain't met another who can touch so far Spit kick, double up, yelling "Oh Lord" Big as I can get I'll still fit in your car Rhymes still kicking with my stomach all full Fred B told me I can run in all wool Two sides served with a ton of y'all bull Ain't a card left that a brother won't pull [Hook] What y'all want you can have it, all you gotta do is go grab it All you can eat feed the habit, anything you want you can have it Come on [Verse 2: Sintax] Yo it's all you can wear just to cover what's bare naked How many pair does it take of Jordan Air To get you off the ground cause we're looking for a high top Faded off the top rated popular style Cinching the belt buckle braided through loops, aided Look on your face makes it look like you ate it Gorging yourself on a dinner plated Masqueraded inside the clothes that you hated all the while It's never the extremes, it's always in the middle When you think you know a lot you know a little Cause balance in our life it's the midwife of virtue And what you indulge always hurts you [Verse 3: Fred B] Too many rhymes buddy, not enough beats Too many days still not enough sleep Too many Emcees not enough mics Nor lights on the stage for the raves that I write Indulge in a second helping without yelping Filling up the void with this noise that I'm belting Loosen up the pants just to make more room Even Alka-Seltzer's fizz couldn't freaking consume This bile that I shovel in, hours at end It's like I can't breathe without my pad or my pen This curse I bear going to make me lose my hair Depression takes a toll but I got no fare Lord, why do I care? I'm feeling ill-prepared Yet the sk**s compare to no-one else out there Needing guidance in borderline resulting in violence Keep looping up my drums that's my lifes a**ignment [Bridge: Sintax] We love things that would fight to die We love things that would like to k** Our love for the higher things Your love, Lord inspires dreams [Hook] [Verse 4: Sev Statik] Yo looked at all these open nights throwing up fights It's daytime if you got a son stuck to mics We one life short, when we chalk up the walk They down to give us a pound but don't stop the talk Matter of fact, I like that Say something when you got something to say to fight back And not just put these words together to add the convo No, don't just show what you might know In a hurry but you wasn't called here Chill for a minute let us all get more air But thanks for the sweet thought though The time to be harsh is now pronto Put a sock in it, unless you like to taste the dirty toes All up in your grill, you can k** with those Hold up wait a minute, no need to try and finish I get your point clearly, no need to get near me [Hook]