Necro - Food For Thought Lyrics
(Check The Dragon)Get served like a restaurant, follow my ordersYour style gets taken out, 'cause you're a bite swallowed with waterI think I'll eat into your mind insteadPoison you with M.S.G then crack you with cans of soda upside your headIt's free delivery of flavour at it's foulestYou could get beat down all day, I stay open for hoursFly like chicken wings, what I prepare kidWill leave your stomach full of knife wounds, you'll need some spare ribsYou're fish, you're chicken, my recipeRequires me leaving your gizard scissor'd, my specialtyIs an apetizer, you're hungry? I'm starvin' ya'Cause you're souped up, my evil's won ton, get burnt like barbecueShrimp, anybody that stepped to me lost'Cause my steelo is cold like noodles with sesame sauceNow eat your words as you shoot your bladderCause you got no guts in you, them shits are on my poo poo platter[Chorus 2X]Yo it's food for thought, these fightin' rhymesHit every street corner like chinese take-out, vitamins for the mindNutrients for the brain, lyrical fluidIs dirty like the chinese food in your hood but you're still addicted to it[Necro]You're lost in the sauce as it clogs your vesselsI'll undo the blouse of your spouse and give her my house specialMy raps are hot and sour, they choke youYou make no moves like a vegetable, you're fake like tofuWhen I rap to my customers I'm niceBut if you're not you'll get porked with a fork 'cause my brain's fried like riceYou're vegetarian, you don't want beefYou won't bite with no more teeth, you're a crumb like 4C(?)Your whole *****in' character's deadYou're plain like fried rice without the pees, carrots and eggI'm white like rice without the soy sauceAnd if you hate me for that, kid step up and end up a destroyed corpseYou're chopped like suey, the slang I drop is chewyMad hard, cats can't digestThe food is fat packed with lard, too much gives you a bad heartYou're so gassed your ass blasted out a gastric fart[Chorus][Necro]I start cookin' with a low flame then increaseTill you're deceased with your brain on the floor lookin' like lo meinTorment you constantly, serve you broccoliMixed with Clorox to see if you plot, my menu's an atrocityHere's a fortune cookie, my generosityIt reads: "Very soon in the future you'll vomit green"Your mom cries from her eyes when you're cut up like onionsThen your body's reincarnated in the form of dumplingsTake my advice, try a quart ofBoiled rice, dandruff, oiled lice, here's your side orderYou got lobster on your plate ready to be chewedBut you're going to starve 'cause you're blind and can't see foodYou're sweet without the sourSo I force you to devour sauerkraut raw for about an hourChicken, I'll leave your breast cutSauté it with as-bes-tos, 'cause I'm water chest-nuts!
