Beef Rap

I haven't eaten all day, how am I gonna do this, man?
 Yeah, don't wait for her, man, don't wait for her
 I'll tell you what, man, come with me now
 And you know I'll get you some lunch, I'll hook you up with something
 I got a little bank, you know, no problem
 I hear you, that's cool
 Alright, it's cool
 Man, can't you guys just wait here about a half hour, man?
 Yo, I'll be back man, I'm just gonna munch up a little bit man, I'm pretty hungry
 Yo, later we'll come back, you know
 Here you will find food for your body
 As well as comfort for your troubled mind
 I'd really like some soup
 Of course my friend, what happened to your hand?
 Oh, nothing
 Oh, food at last
 How did they get here?
 Regular storage procedure, the same as the other food
 What other food?
 Fish
 (Food)
 Protein
 Now what happened
 Well, the cop got
 Next morning, I went to the store to get some food
 (Bread and butter)
 They arrested me
 I'll save you, thank you
 Would you like a snack?
 Thanks for the drink
 Chicken, beef or turkey
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 Operation Doomsday complete
 All units report casualty, damage testing
 Enough, you talk of the people's rights
 The people have only those rights which I choose to give them
 And that's for their own good, believe me
 I do, DOOM
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 They disappoint me, they must work faster
 But the prisoner
 Ah yes, the young traitor who has tried to turn my people against me
 Watch him, I have special plans for that one
 Beef rap could lead to gettin' teeth capped
 Or even a wreath for mom dukes on some grief crap
 I suggest you change your diet
 It can lead to high blood pressure if you fry it
 Or even a stroke, heart attack, heart disease
 It ain't no startin' back once arteries start to squeeze
 Take the easy way out, phony
 Until then, they know they wouldn't be talkin' that baloney in the bullpen
 So disgusting, pardon self as I discuss this
 They talk a wealth of shit, and they ain't never seen the justice
 Bust this like a cold milk from out the toilet
 Two batteries some Brillo and some foil, he'll boil it
 He be better off on PC glued
 And it's a feud, so don't be in no TV mood
 Every week it's mystery meat, seaweed stewed
 (Food, we need food)
 He wears a mask just to cover the raw flesh
 A rather ugly brother with flows that's gorgeous
 Drop-dead joints, hit the whips like bird shit
 They need it like a hole in they head or a third tit
 Her bra smell, his card say, oh hell
 Barred from all bars and kicked out the Carvel
 Keep a cooker where the jar fell
 And keep a cheap hooker that's off the hook like Ma Bell
 Top bleeding, maybe fellow took the loaded rod gears
 Stop feeding babies colored, sugar-coated lard squares
 The odd pair swears and God fears
 Even when it's rotten, we've gotten through the hard years
 I wrote this note around New Year's
 Off a couple of shots and a few beers, but who cares
 Enough about me, it's about the beats
 Not about the streets and who food he about to eat
 A rhyming cannibal who's dressed to kill, it's cynical
 Whether is it animal, vegetable or mineral
 It's a miracle how he get so lyrical
 And proceed to move the crowd like a old negro spiritual
 For a mil' do a commercial for Mello Yello
 Tell 'em devil's hell, no, sell y'all own Jello
 We hollow krills, she swallow pills
 He follow flea collar, three dollar bills
 And squeal for halal veal, if y'all appeal
 Dig the real, it's how the big ballers deal
 Twirl a L after every meal (food)
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 What up?
 To all rappers, shut up with your shuttin' up
 And keep your shirt on, at least a button up
 Yuck, is they rhymers or strippin' males?
 Outta work jerks since they shut down Chippendales
 They chippin' nails, DOOM, chippin' scales
 Let alone the pre-orders that's counted off shippin' sales
 This one goes out to all my people skippin' bail
 Dippin' jail, whippin' tail and sippin' ale
 Light the doobie 'til it glow like a ruby
 After which they couldn't find the villain like Scooby
 He's in the lab on some old Buddha Monk shit
 Overproof drunk shit, who'd have thunk it?
 Punk, try and ask why ours be better
 Could be the iron mask or the Cosby sweater
 Yes you, who's screwed by the dude on the CD, nude
 (We need food)
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 Wait, bring him to me