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gluttony - lee scott lyrics

[verse 1]
it’s useless to fight back
i serve your crew as a light snack with a spoon and a spiked bat
twig armed skinny, but beat like the pigs heart’s in me
gluttony, cold cut the beef
i eat you out of house and home like it’s one course, for real
chop pork while cops snort and squeal
lock jaws of steel, the cannibal pizza chef
i season flesh, then make the waiter clean the mess
and bash your head in with a root vegetable and boot
then eat the evidence in soup
cheese indica hydro spliff in the side bowl
b-tch, say “ahh” while i slam dunk a pumpkin into your pie hole
my stomach acid could break down your platinum chain
f-cking famished, i munch a banquet and complain
cash cow farmer, milk it and make c.r.e.a.m
yelling your cooking’s disgusting, l!cking the plate clean
treat salmonella like the common cold
and read the entire yongle encyclopedia on the bowl
greedy, demanding more with a stomach bursting
hear him banging on the table for another serving

[hook]
jesus christ, show us where he fits it all
he seen the light when opening the fridges door
slam it shut, leave through the exit
enter the darkside with the contents being digested
me hungry, extreme munchies
need money to feed tummy (fool, i’m gluttonous)
me hungry, extreme munchies
need money to feed tummy

[verse 2]
behold a pale horse and eat it whole, on a f-cking b-ttered seeded roll
high blood pressure plus i need a stroll
pointing at the cupboard like “fetch me a bowl”
chewing opium seeds with motor fatigue
and cough and hock like an asthmatic, dr scott…
the skinniest fat b-st-rd on the block
suspiciously find him trying to chill in your kitchen
and admits he sees your head as a rotisserie chicken
parasites, ate the lot, that was nice
think i’m full then adopt several lost appet-tes
p-ss the pipe, serve fake rappers soufflé
[?]
b-tch cliques hang with meat hooks
yogi bear’s in his picnic basket, pre-cooked
and ready to eat, (argh) a h-ll of a feast
keeps a fresh skinned head in his packed lunch
on his way to sesame street, with a tec and a bat son
to beat the cookie monster to death for his last crumb
i munch a f-cking hungry hippo and guzzle [?]
can’t cook but will though, prey gets caught, cut and grilled slow

[hook]
jesus christ, show us where he fits it all
he seen the light when opening the fridges door
slam it shut, leave through the exit
enter the darkside with the contents being digested
me hungry, extreme munchies
need money to feed tummy (fool)
extreme munchies, me hungry
need money to feed tummy

- lee scott lyrics

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