This is a song about "Dinner"

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Eatting up weak rapers like its dinner

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Or put in prison like i was a cannibal eating peeps lips for dinner

Whats gonna be on the dinner plate,

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Major fibber, missin dinner with wistful sinners

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Winner winner chicken dinner

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

I was just a beginner, ain't have shit for dinner

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I have a journey to crest have you for dinner

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

My mama smoked so god damn much