Well, You can say that I'm one curly fry in the box of the regular,
Messing with the flavor oh the flavor that you savor,
Saving me for last but you better not eat me at all,
Living in a fast food bag making friends with the ketchup and salt,
People say that I'm crazy for not moving on to better things,
Instead I'm sitting around trash talking with the onion rings,
But it's much too soon to leave this easy life,
Pass me the spoon. Pass the analytical knife,
Cause your about to get cut and get cut down,
It's all about the wordplay all about the sound in the tone of my voice,
You gotta let me make my choice alone before my food gets cold,
Better shut up or get shot down. It s all about the know how all just a matter of taste,
Stop telling me the way I gotta play. Too much food on my plate.
Believe it or not I super sized my sights on the surprise in the cereal box,
My stomachs smaller than my eyes,
so I went to see the doctor and he said "turn your head and then cough",
I didn't listen to what he said instead I couldn't wait to get off,
He said I can have this but I cant have that,
That I should keep wishing I was living the life of a cat because,
I ain't the one whose gonna be missing the feast,
Just like you aint the one who seems to be calming the beast,
Now your about to get cut and get cut down,
It's all about the wordplay all about the sound in the tone of my voice,
You gotta let me make my choice alone before my food gets cold,
Better shut up or get shot down. It s all about the know how all just a matter of taste,
Stop telling me the way I gotta play. Too much food on my plate. (come on)
Well if you are what you eat in my case I'll be sweet so come and get some,
I'm so over it.
Now your about to get cut and get cut down,
It s all about the know how all just a matter of taste,
Stop telling me the way I gotta play. Too much food on my plate. ( come on
(Get up and get some)
There's too much food on my plate.
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