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 !@#^ytical 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.


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.

(Get up and get some)
there's too much food on my plate