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
′Cuz I′m 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
Cause your about to get cut up 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. Putting too much food on my plate. come on
Believe it or not I super sized my sights on the surprise in the cereal box
My stomach′s smaller than my eyes
so I went to see the doctor and she said ″turn your head and then cough″
I didn′t listen to what she 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 aint the one who seems to be calming the beast
′Cuz you′re about to get cut up 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. Putting too much food on my plate come on.
Well if you are what you eat in my case I′ll be sweet so come,come on and eat me, get some
I′m so over it.
Now your about to get cut up 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. Putting too much food on my plate. come on.
(Get up and get some)
there′s too much food on my plate.