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