The Menu Lyrics

The Menu by Res and Datkid

• Yeah yeah split prohphets
• MysDiggi

• It goes
• Here ye here ye
• No need to fear me
• Just open your ears
• And let me know when you hear me
• Through the smoke and the mirrors
• Still most see it clear
• He always did it like there's no need for nearlys
• The phantom menace getting love like he was bad at tennis
• Keep your cabbage shredded take your bud and leave a bag of lettuce
• Step in the dragons den with the head of a dab apprentice
• Yeah that's the message I'm betting yes this in cash or credit
• Nah for real who's got a piss pot to lend me
• I wouldn't even ask if my fridge wasen't empty
• Run up in south park to rob them kids for their pennies
• Shouting show me your face holding a slingshot to kenney
• Animal with the door keys dangling from his claws
• Trespassing in to the yard of those babbling things that bore me
• Sat on the kitchen floor screaming I'm trying to fucking eat
• I'm like a sexualy deprived cannibal in an orgy
• (?)
• Now what's next on the menu

• Yo
• We drop knowledge like a bungee jumping college professor
• Demolish the wreck up any set more than a hobby don't test us
• We're just staring your going nowhere like a ?
• Raping a beat fuck asking since ?
• Seen the sun setting on the scene for a bit
• But it's back now though pop music ?
• ? telling you something that dosen't exist
• Come and left the game so under equipped the sons of a bitch
• See hip hops rising again though I won't slow till
• They fire bieber and i find miley cyrus on death row
• If you give me two minutes and the next instrumental I'll kill it
• Then give it life again with the lead in my pencil
• Hip hops an essential that's damn right I shout it's name proudly
• And stay doing me untill the day my graves found me ?
• My heads spinning off my neck untill my brains rowdy self destructive
• Insane south three

• (?)
• Arghhhh who's next on the menu

• Hi I'm mr nice when the chronics sparked
• But catch me with a brandy getting angry if my wallets parched
• Mind sweeped forgotten bars barking like a rotti starved
• Lost rotten volatile child with bags of rocks to char
• I'm hear to hop the bar turn around and raise it like a topped up glass
• Doctor what's the charge for my medication an eighth and some meditation
• Painting the day with the paper and pen that's when my brain reinstates me again
• So spin the ? to make your back break
• Last take I burnt my loose ends empty ashtrays and empty hands take on skinny arms
• The city psalms are never written like a pretty ? in history class
• ? hit you hard like skunk blunts
• Hungry for this music like I hit the bars for lunch munch
• Through mics cause my food price has hit the mark of to high price
• It's just life in my boots right

• Urgghhh what is next on the menu

• Yo it's the cheeky prophet trying to feed his bulimic pockets
• And eating till his teeth are rotten without even stopping
• Keep on jotting notes spitting till I got a froggy throat
• Foggy smoke fills my lungs as I keep you bobbing
• Listen closely you might just hear my stomuch shrinking
• Screaming at me bruv stop drinking what you fucking thinking
• Then you'll see me running round shouting something loud ?
• Cause I've just lost my last fucking pound keep my muzzle bound
• I might just munch through everything I'm out for anything
• From your rollies to your telly kid get it in nah that ain't really happpning
• I'm broke like an old tire stashed in a scabbies bin
• But still I get on with my daily pursuits stand straight in my boots
• Driven since I raised from my roots in a room with pens paper and zoots
• Bringing out shit that'll make your granny's hips snap each eighth of the loop

• There's nothing left you greedy cunts you ate it all

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