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you can say that i'm one curly fry
in the box of the regular
messing with the flavor
or the flavor that you savor
saving me for last
but you better not eat me at all
living in a fast food bag
making friends with the ketchup is all
people say i'm crazy for not moving onto better things
'stead of sitting round trash talking
with the onion rings
it's much too soon to leave this easy life
pass me the spoon
pass the analytical knife

cause you're about to get cut up
ya get cut down
it's all about the wordplay
all about the sound
and my tone in my voice
ya gotta let me make my choice alone
before my food gets cold
shut up
i get shot down
it's all about the know-how
all just a matter of taste
stop telling me the way that i gotta play
too much food on my plate

well believe it or not
i super-size my sights
on the surprise in a cereal box
my stomach's smaller than my eyes
so i went to see the doctor
and he said turn my head and then cough
i didn't listen to what he said
instead i couldn't wait to get off
he said i could have this
but i can't have that
i should keep wishing i was living the life of a cat
but i ain't the one who's gonna be missing the feast
just like you ain't the one
who seems to be calming the beast

cause you're about to get cut up
ya get cut down
all about the wordplay
all about the sound
and my tone in my voice
you gotta let me make my choice alone
before my food gets cold
shut up
i get shot down
all about the know-how
all just a matter of taste
stop telling me the way that i gotta play
you put too much food on my p