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 fastfood bag making friends with the ketchup and salt
People say that I'm crazy for not moving on to better things
Instead of 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 you're about to get cut up or get cut down
It's all about the wordplay, all about the sound of my tone in 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 now
Too much food on my plate
Well believe it or not I super-sized my sights on the surprise in a cereal box
My stomach's smaller than my eyes
So I went to the see the doctor and he said turn my 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 can't have that
I should keep wishing I was living the life of a cat but, uh
I ain't the one who's gonna be missing the feast
Just like you ain't the one who seems to be calming the beast
Now you're about to get cut up or get cut down
It's all about the wordplay, all about the sound of my tone in 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 that I gotta play
You're putting too much food on my plate, c'mon
Well if you are what you eat in my case I'll be sweet
So come and get some
I'm so over it
Tomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.comCause you're about to get cut up or get cut down
It's all about the know-how, all just a matter of taste
Stop telling me the way that I gotta play
You're putting to much food on my plate, c'mon
(Get up to get some)
There's too much food on my plate, c'mon