I mean the macaroni's soggy
the peas are mushed
and the chicken tastes like wood
so you try to play it off like you think you can
by saying that you're full
then your friend says "mama he's just being polite..
he ain't finished. Uh uh that's bull."
so your heart starts pumping and you think of a lie
and you say that you already ate..
so then your friend says "man, there's plenty of food."
and he piles some more on your plate.
while the stinky food's steaming your mind starts dreaming
of the moment its time to leave
and you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rotting
into something that looks like cheese.
so you say that's it I got to leave this place
I don't care what these people think.
I'm just sitting here making myself nauseous
with this ugly food that stink.
so you bust out the door while its still closed
still sick from the food you ate
then you rush to the store for quick relief
from a bottle of kaopectade.
then you call your friend two weeks later
to see how he has been
and he says "I understand about the food. Baby Bubba but we're still friends."
How can you dislike the song that virtually started hip hop...
