Food Glorious Food - Homeboy Sandman

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FOOD GLORIOUS FOOD

CORNBALLERS AND BUSTERS

Fresh off that nourishment been trying to give y’all vitamins, minerals

You know what I’m saying, riboflavorings so check this out we got some

FOOD GLORIOUS FOOD

NIGHTCRAWLERS AND HUSTLERS

My both hands write day and night and might strike at any time

Me demigod divine

Rewind that

My divine designers where y’all at?!

Me bump and grind

My grinding grimy

Sleep deprived decrying the crimes

Any rhyme that he write hit you right in the eye

This tree of life me a climb till I’m nine-hundred and ninety-nine

Out my mind

Eloping with my bride

L.M.N.O.P

Redefine the fine science of the melody

Magnifying your finite capabilities

Me and tribe derived from the wisemen that plotted Orion’s rise

Realize my pedigree

And whoever bred him done fed him amphetamines

Dead center of the epicenter yelling obscenities

Somebody’s selling CDs

Yes indeed

NOW THROW YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR

IF NAYSAYERS IS TRYNA RAID YOUR FRIGIDAIRE FOR

FOOD GLORIOUS FOOD

CORNBALLERS AND BUSTERS

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FOOD GLORIOUS FOOD

NIGHTCRAWLERS AND HUSTLERS

My eyes keen and sharp

My iris eating reading Marx

I even barf

Uneven bars

I clean and crease and bleach and starch

Starship sarge

Jean Paul Sartre

In control cajoling Joans of Ark

Beware golden arches

St. Ides

And the Ides of March

I’ve spread ten thousand thighs apart

Y’all front hard and hardly are

Foolhardy bark

Hardy har

My top priority;

art

Cats playing parts already are in ER

I get on mark and harmony harm

Melody mar

Car tunes

Not Pixar

Many artist’s arses charred by the darn tootin darts that I discharge

NOW THROW YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR

IF NAYSAYERS IS TRYNA RAID YOUR FRIGIDAIRE FOR

FOOD GLORIOUS FOOD

CORNBALLERS AND BUSTERS

NOW THROW YOUR HANDS IN THE SKY

IT’S QUEENS' FINEST FORTIFIED SO FORM A LINE FOR

FOOD GLORIOUS FOOD

NIGHTCRAWLERS AND HUSTLERS

My both balls swing low

As sweet chariots

Cheerio

In stereo

High ho the derry o

Since infant I’s an impresario

And you can bump my bars in the barnyard or the barrio

I’m not a normal mofo

I throw 'bows, blow loads

And sow wild oats

And turned down more snow than the Poconos almost

Not in my nose

So many cornballs I need a silo

My cyanide Mt. Sinai couldn’t diagnose

And I been a psycho since I’s a a zygote

My goals are my growth not my gross

Rock Homeboy Sand tees and also polos

Y’all Os and tre ochos sound so pitiful

Yeah

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IF YOUR SOCKS MATCH AND YOU’RE WEARING CLEAN UNDERWEAR

SAY YEAH

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IF YOU UNSIGNED 'CAUSE YOU WON’T RHYME ABOUT HOMOCIDE

SAY YEAH