This is a song about "Dinner"

And eating you like a cannibals dinner food

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

Cannibals are waiting for their dinner

With a gun, wish i could see him clearer

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner

Take home for dinner with soup and bread

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Murder bet i wrote her, kudos to the killer

She should say grace before she gets her dinner,

But c-can't look up in that mirror

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

Pussy what i be eating for lunch brunch and dinner,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Honey is always the one i'mma call late

Whats gonna be on the dinner plate,