Madlib - Chittlins & Pepsi lyrics

(And a 6-pack of Pepsi Cola that always go good with the chitlins, baby) [Phil Da Agony] sh**... But I ain't f**ing with them chitlins The most I'm a do is chicken, bad food'll have your breath kicking Try a diet like Russell Simmons Dating vegetarian vegan women drinking water with lemons Low sodium salt, no pork on your fork After meals you take a long walk And stay away from the ballpark franks, you pulling all that rank At Whole Foods putting fuel in your tank That's more muscle for the machine Brussel sprouts, broccoli and string beans You get your choice of three greens plus a starch to go with it Committed to the gym keeping your waistline trim That put a grin all over my face, when you walk in the place We had ketchup on Sunset, tomato paste Chicago Summertime at the taste, no time to waste We don't waste food on our plate, let the haters hate Twelve-ounce steak, asparagus tips delicious, got me licking my lips On some LL Cool J sh** No rib-tips, we take tips from the best chefs like Raekwon Now pa** the Grey Poupon, no MSG, no bu*ter on my popcorn This ain't a pop song, tell 'em [Planet Asia] These type of women I sees often, the Trader Joe All natural juice drinking breezes be at the flea market Berkeley Bowl, free range chicken and rosemary Avocado California Rolls fresh jalopy Yoga girl part agave Green salad pita supporter, vegan au gratin High on the calcium, cashews, callaloo and curry Raw veggies, one hundred percent alkaline Backrubs while I smoke my berries You and your chick at Mickey D's ordering Frost McFlurrys And one thing's for sure you got that (good thing) That's why I got you pregnant cause your p**y was fertile I can give it to you tough or take it slow like turtles So soulful my tofu Whole Foods girl bu*ternut squash, maple syrup, semi-succulent You the one I'm f**ing with My organic supplement, always something healthy in the tupperware I'm eating from the ground as long as we have an atmosphere Day to day business, water, lime, maple syrup Cayenne pepper fast, a ten-day cleansing And if you eat swine that might f** up our friendship You know the God gotta have a Queen in the kitchen [Krondon] Missus microwave three day refrigerated meat loaf, tastes homemade Daily grill diner, potato parmesan and no lactose Doze in the ma**age chair reclining Thousand Island ruff*ge, turkey stuffing with brown biscuits Blonde Barbie dolls call 'em muffins My honey loves mustard, chicken sub Quiznos munching Veggie dog sauteed onions Mouth full of Funyuns on the ferris wheel turning Having so much fun, tummy burning Hard, a masala make a hungry man follow ya Right off the edge of the terrace, asparagus marriage Bad vision fill my belly up with carrots, malnutrition Cupcake cholesterol, lifting weights In between the mocha milkshakes and the succulent Salisbury Steak, wait She got a porcelain plate, cornish and crab cornbread, kosher Feeling my foreskin, this Corsican's horse bu*t girlfriend Gets full of forcing it in In the end she skips din goes straight to dessert And tries to feed me what's under that skirt I leave screaming