Homeboy Sandman - Food Glorious Food lyrics

[Intro] Yo welcome to Actual Factual Pterodactyl We in the NASDAQ, we in the [?] FOOD GLORIOUS FOOD CORNBALLERS AND BUSTERS Fresh off that [?] 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 [Verse 1] 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Outro Hook] NOW THROW YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR IF YOUR SOCKS MATCH AND YOU'RE WEARING CLEAN UNDERWEAR SAY YEAH NOW PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE SKY IF YOU UNSIGNED 'CAUSE YOU WON'T RHYME ABOUT h*moCIDE SAY YEAH