This is a song about "Lunch meat"

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Rise up like a zombie and eat these fuckers for lunch

Gotta get hutch cuz he makes me lunch,

I feel they praisin too much

I eat haters for breakfast, lunch, dinner

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Breakfast lunch dinner, i don't do brunch

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

Man but this ain't no sign language

And i never ever skipped lunch,

Bam! too late! now its time for lunch.

So y'all can cope n' touch

Ill eat your rhymes for brunch, and shit the lines before lunch,

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

I’m a hustla, baby

You'll never meet (meat) me