CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Looking Like Meat
Hands up if you hungry
Hands up if you want some
Hands up if you ready for more
‘Cause you ain’t really got none
Say “come here
Yeah, you
You look like you think you hard
Where you from?
Get the f**k out
Hey you, step off
Before somebody pull your card
Where you from?
Where you from?
Get the f**k out”
Lunch time, come and get it
Too long standing in the lunch line
Hungry with it
Oh, you got a punch line?
Just a minute, gotta get the mack in one time
Thread too expensive for the G, see thе drip?
Crypt keeper crip walking where thе feet are lit
Blood drinker blood talking when you see the blick
Brazy on the brain, crack the skull
Go on, eat the sh*t
Stem on, step off, somebody smell like fear
Somebody got no clue why he is here
That might be you, you might want to be clear
It’s cool, it’s cool, you’re so endearing
Looking like a snack, no cap, no flattery
But you like to beat it up and come no battery
So free range meat, guess it’ll have to be
Roast on a spit, pole through the oral cavity
Got you open kid, don’t front
Once in a black moon, don’t pack a gun
But a fork for the flesh
And a spoon for the fluid
And the sharpest knife in the drawer to slice right through it
Like meat fresh like dice in the mirror
Like Tyson, just bite right through the ear
Like Christ, you don’t still get a mic
No one cares about your bars
Your screams are the thing they wanna hear
Hands up if you want some
Hands up if you ready for more
‘Cause you ain’t really got none
Say “come here
Yeah, you
You look like you think you hard
Where you from?
Get the f**k out
Hey you, step off
Before somebody pull your card
Where you from?
Where you from?
Get the f**k out”
Lunch time, come and get it
Too long standing in the lunch line
Hungry with it
Oh, you got a punch line?
Just a minute, gotta get the mack in one time
Thread too expensive for the G, see thе drip?
Crypt keeper crip walking where thе feet are lit
Blood drinker blood talking when you see the blick
Brazy on the brain, crack the skull
Go on, eat the sh*t
Stem on, step off, somebody smell like fear
Somebody got no clue why he is here
That might be you, you might want to be clear
It’s cool, it’s cool, you’re so endearing
Looking like a snack, no cap, no flattery
But you like to beat it up and come no battery
So free range meat, guess it’ll have to be
Roast on a spit, pole through the oral cavity
Got you open kid, don’t front
Once in a black moon, don’t pack a gun
But a fork for the flesh
And a spoon for the fluid
And the sharpest knife in the drawer to slice right through it
Like meat fresh like dice in the mirror
Like Tyson, just bite right through the ear
Like Christ, you don’t still get a mic
No one cares about your bars
Your screams are the thing they wanna hear
