I'm feeling crunchy as a bag of chips cuz my luncheon was munchin' on a bunch of rapper bits/ And that (slurping sound) is malnutritious, the foulest style of musician, I won't apologize for my cynicism/ cuz when they make a dish that ain't finger licken' they're too baked to listen to a single criticism/ concept is stale bread the beat is burnt toast, songs a sandwhich with stomach turning mold/ I'm in the kitchen with a pen-knife chopping, up the freshest food without grocery shopping/ ya'll keep it bland, I stir letters in a fry pan and add syllables like spice from Thailand/ my data fatta than a platta a hor'dourves, wack rappers keep coming up like heartburn/ they're hot for 15 then cool in a while, I stole the recipe for success from Julia Child, cuz....

It's a hungry emcee thing It's a hungry emcee thing

Back to these rapper that lukewarm, I stole your girl so I can televise some food ("hellllo?")/ Rachel Ray's screaming "oh your gravyI" I Bobby Flay BBQ your babbies/ munchies for the mind, ephemeral vegetables, toss a salad then "BAM!" like I'm Emeril/gotta handle meat right so she wraps me up, so she can get down later on this plucked lucky duck/ side of foigras cuz we keep it fancy, no (baahhh) allowed so go to hell Gordon Ramsey/ that man sure is rude always trying to step, he'll be the theme ingredient on my iron chef/ like a lobster in a pot, he's cursing at you, cuz every meals a battle like man versus food/ I cook my competition, if you burn I'm not sorry, cuz you got as much style as Guy (beeping) Fieri/ cuz...

It's a hungry emcee thing

Beats Rhymes Food Mics...It's what I need in this life
Pots Pans Heat Knives...It's what I need to eat right
Beats Rhymes Food Mics...It's what I need in this life
Pots Pans Heat Knives...It's what I need to eat..rigghhttt