I couldn't find too many pictures so this one's gonna be kinda boring. LYRICS: 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 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 Now you're about to get cut up or 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. Too much food on my plate. Believe it or not I super sized my sights on the surprise in the cereal box My stomachs smaller than my eyes so I went to see the doctor and he said "turn your head and then cough" I didn't listen to what he said instead I couldn't wait to get off He said I can have this but I cant 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 ain't the one who seems to be calming the beast Now you're about to get cut up or 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 ...
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