Boac You Are What You Eat Lyrics

You Are What You Eat Lyrics

f/ Mr. Pibb







Aaaahhhhh







It's time for dinner



It's time for dinner



It's getting cold







I heard you are what you eat



It's true that i must be an emcee



If i didn't eat at all well then you'd call me empty



If i ingested only brocolli i would be a vegetable



And if i chomped computer chips, then i would be quite technical



So if i swallowed dinosaurs, i would be jurassic



Plus if i dined on criminal minds then i could be a classic



Consuming homeless people i'd assume i'd be broke



Now, digesting rocks of coke, i suppose i'd be dope



If i ate a scorching torch then my name would start with 'f'



If i devoured bullet rounds then my name would be death



If i tasted Rainman's brain, i'd be super-smart



And if i ate an on-point flow, well i'd be sharp like human darts



You are what you eat!







If i ate piano keys, then i could be real musical



And if i ate up Nikki Taylor's head then i'd be beautiful



If i gulped the big blue ocean i would be aquatic



And if i gnawed Madonna's body, i could be erotic



If i snacked on world map, i guess your boy would be global



And if i munched a nuclear lunch, then i would be Chernobyl



If i did ten prison inmates, i would be in trouble



And if i chugged down dairy products only i'd be butter-fuck-o



If i clubbed on rubber plants, i might become a coper



If i drank nothing on Friday night then i would be sober



So please let it be, i ate the 60's, i'm John Lennon



And because i ate the last page of the novel i'm the ending



You are what you eat!