Serve 'Em Up

[Commentary: Trials]

Servin' up some glorious, fantastic motherfucking cookery, son

[Scratches: ADFU]

"Yup, and I be ready to serve 'em up—

Yup, and I be ready to serve 'em up—

Yup, and I be ready to serve 'em up—

Yup, and I be ready to serve 'em up"

[Verse 1: Vents]

All right, it's like

I will not fold under pressure (nah)

Roll with the punches, strong beyond measure

Search for the treasure, big up the horror

Lot of men suck up their dick for a dollar

Uh, blue collar, white collar, why bother?

Regrets in the past and the fear of tomorrow, so I

Live like I'll never die

But I'll die like I never lived, negative

Thought process that give to stress

And thoughts in your mind must invade the French

It's like God and the Devil in a game of chess

Take your best shot, Satan I ain't impressed

Generation, why am I pacin' the room

Starin' at the walls and waitin' for the boom?

Pray for your doom and it's painless

No such luck, you get fucked in the anus

What?!

[Scratches: ADFU]

"Yup, and I be ready to serve 'em up"

"Check it out" "That's right"

"Yup, and I be ready to serve 'em up"

"Check it out" "[?]"

"Yup, and I be ready to serve 'em up"

"Check it out" "That's right"

"Yup, and I be ready" "No doubt"

"Yup, and I be ready to serve 'em up"

[Verse 2: Vents]

All right, it's like

Spend your health to get cheddar

(Then what?) Spend your wealth to get better

Get a job, motherfucker, whatever

Tough like stingray leather, the era

Gold, I never fold is said in bold

Fuckin' with the Vents One and you gettin' told

Too cold? Better zip up the jacket

I'm sick like Brian on the cigarette packet

Thirty-four, this is murder galore

Search for the last durry on the dirty floor

Real raw, reservoir dog for sure

Drop shit real heavy like toilet door, uh

Therefore get back down to biz

And don't play this round to kids, you better bounce to this

ADFU, grab the fader

"Yup, and I be ready", catch ya later, peace