Fast Food World

It's all bloody, covered in shame
 The slaughterhouse where four number's your name
 I hate this place, the urine, the pain
 They try to clean but can't get ride of the stains
 So full of life, next minute she dead
 I never could figure this blood spillin' in vain
 And they call it my work, yo the give me the blame
 For more than X million a insane killings a day
 With machine's sent straight from hell
 Stabbin' your face Norman Bate's motel
 Death traps and kidnaps, cows and pigs that
 Lay with open on the floor with big rats
 Runnin' around, germs havin' a field day
 Bacterias all over the steelblade
 Sprendin' me throught the meat industry
 I'm death I bet you're not pleased to meet me, it's.
 (Repet)
 We keep 'em comin' no time rest, now
 Here's your knife, cut 'em up by the chest, now
 Upside down so the blood run out
 After that clean it out till the guts come out
 Now, there's no end I've been begun at eight
 Seventeen days straight I'm always runnin' late
 I'm workin' overtime, but I'm underpaid
 The campany treatin' my like fuckin' slave
 Need to little cash so I can run away
 But the light at the end of tunnel ain't
 Visible, I'm too tried got a stomach ache
 Can't concetrate, it must've been sumth'n I ate
 Then he suddenly slipped and he slit his wrist
 Broke his neck in the fall midst the shit and piss
 Thinkin' 'bout his little sis' and the bittre twist:
 Now he's dying like campany's sins were his
 While his boss a real Mr. Slick
 Dismissed the union that could've ride the risk
 But he had to have peple workin' triple shifts
 Ani't no accident call it what itrealy is, it's.
 I see murder.
 Steppin' through the golden arches
 Where murder is neatly packed and heart rates
 Increase with the grease smarin' on my domepice
 Extra chees! I'm takin' that to go please
 Cloggin' up my artories, part of my wanna leaove
 My apology is simply that time is robbin' me
 Nobody see the commodites is still victims
 So is the one buyin' the shiie from hell's kitchen
 Stunblin' to the ground, pains the abdomin
 Paralizin' his body like something sttabin' him
 But the doctor's found nothing wrong when examining
 Two days later his wife came home paniking
 Yo, she faund him on the couch with the remote control
 Hangin' from his cold hand they just spoke on the phone
 The autopsy show it was the E. coli
 Bad luck with bad some meat? Nah, it's probably.
 I see murder
 Supplyin' poisen in the fast food world.
 Well, nothin' with the eye, mouth or teeth
 Rasta no eat
 And I'm not jokin'
 Rasta no meel
 Nothin' with the eye, mouth or teeth
 Rasta no eat
 And I'm not jokin'
 No, no, no