Abdominal - Ill Culinary Behaviour lyrics

[ VERSE 1: Abdominal ] Well hello and welcome If you could wipe your feet on the doormat Please, come in - oh Format... We got company, where's my manners, let me take your coats I hope you're hungry for some flavorful quotes Which I whipped up myself, I'm really hopin that you like it I call it the Abdominal Special, I eat a hype dish Format? I think he's still in the kitchen Slavin over platters, you know, cooking rhythms Come again? Oh, he said that the beats are finished I guess all that's left to do is just remix it You say you wanna help, okay, how about you set the table And what's this, a beautiful patch cable, for me? Really, you shouldn't have Please excuse me, I'mma just go and grab A spare apron to keep your gear fresh Format, where's the food, it's rude, we have guests [ Hook: Abdominal ] Dinner's served, so yo, come and get it Abdominal and Format cookin up the splendid Concoctions, explosions of flavor Check the ill culinary behaviour You need seconds? Yo, come and get it Abdominal and Format whippin up the splendid Delicacies, explosions of flavor Check the ill culinary behaviour [ VERSE 2: Abdominal ] Okay, you're right here, and if you could sit there Format needs the chair closest to the kitchen In case he needs to fix the snare Which I'm sure will be crispy enough Ah-ah-ah, we're all hungry, but before we tuck In and stuff our faces, we really must say graces My turn, so here goes, Lord, thank you for bangin beats we lace And of course the microphones that we rap into Amen, that's through, so let's eat, pa** the loops, bro Soup? No, I said loops, so Delicious with the fishes, nutritious Servin roasted rapper, that's the first dish on my wish list Just gobble it up, then proceed to lick the plate clean Taste the cuisine whipped up by the great team Of culinary experts, Ab and a digit Between 3 and 5 followed by a non-shiny finish For-mat for the punchline-inept Keep eating cause there's tons of food left Really, you just have to taste some home-cooked [ Hook ] ( *DJ Format cuts up* ) (Actin ill) (Actin ill) (Actin ill) (The behaviour) (Actin ill) (Actin ill) (Actin ill) (Watch your behaviour) [ VERSE 3: Abdominal ] I got the feeling that everybody is ready for dessert to be served But before I bring it out I got somethin to say first Abdominal Junior, you will get nothing, young man Until you finish those breaks on your plate Cause all across the land there be starvin MC's Who'd be happy to rock to beats like these You should be a little bit more considerate And think of this before pushing your dish away without finishing it And while I'm at it, get your elbows off the damn console Really, where's your manners? I'm ashamed to have to scold you right in front of our guests But you leave me no choice I'm truly sorry that I had to raise my voice But my son's behaviour simply inexcusable And if I don't see some improvement soon, my fuse'll blow Is that clear, mister? Good, I'm glad we understand one another Now go help your brother Little Format Clear the table, put the leftovers in some Tupperware So tomorrow we'll have supper prepared Oh what's that, you say you must be leaving? Such a pity, what a lovely evening Well, thanks for coming, we must do it again sometime I hope you ate enough - of our beats and rhymes [ Hook ] (Ill) (behaviour) (This mornin for breakfast I had bacon, egg and chips Three cups of tea, a man to smack me lips I said to John me husband, "Ain't I gettin fat?" He said, "Not really, love, I like ya like like that" But he's kiddin, you know? Why do I got to be fat? Why have I got to be fat? And then for lunch I had...)