This is a song about "Eat the bootu"

Cause talk is cheap

Dont have the strength to eat

So athletic at this rap game eat the track like chocolate chips

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

When i was 8 i used to only eat the broccoli

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

We never can eat on the carpet

Ill fuckin eat ya live, u an indian, im the cupboard

This a different motor man better go to work

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

Send you back to earth with this, eat the grass and dirt!

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Maybe the killer likes to eat people for brunch

Eat the shit rap feeds me then regurgitate it on you critics,

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics