Too Much Food

[Verse 1]

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

[Chorus]

Now you're about to get cut up or 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

[Verse 2]

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 can't 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 ain't the one who seems to be calming the beast

[Chorus]

Now you're about to get cut up or 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

[Bridge]

Well, if you are what you eat, in my case, I'll be sweet

So come and get some

I'm so over it

[Chorus]

Now you're about to get cut up or 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

Now 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 I gotta play

Too much food on my plate

(Get up and get some)

There's too much food on my plate