ON THE MENU Lyrics

Everybody

Wanna talk like they gangsta

But switch up when its time to give an answer

I was too nice

I give way way too many chances

Mercy, Lord please

You dumb

You tried take advantage

Peaceful mixed with pressure

Makes a mess of whoever that sparked it

Now you caught inside a forest fire

That you started

Little sheep in wolf attire

Pull wool over eyes

But never mine (mind), you

Looking like food tonight

Big dog to homunculi

You live, you die

Hunt em down

Plates lined up for the food yea

Cook it slow

Chef wrist

Pull you out the cooler

You on the menu

On the menu

On the menu

You on the menu

Hunt em down

Plates lined up for the food yea

Cook it slow

Chef wrist

Pull you out the cooler

You on the menu

On the menu

On the menu

You on the menu

Captastic rabbits chat bout

Static, fake carrots, and captions

Moving in masses

School of fishes

Caught in networks of average

Careful where you roam (Rome)

Caesar's gone

Blood on the wreath of your habits

I don't like conversing with dinner

The flavor's too distracting

Try to hunt a hunter (Hunter x Hunter)

Til a hundred Killuas (kilowatts) of thunder

Heated you

Hundred mouths to feed

Where your friends at?

Move through the jungle

I was born in the apex

You was talking wild crazy

But quiet when the fork

Plate, knife, and seasons

Come out when we bored

You a itty bitty link on the food chain

New thang

I don't fight I hunt

With a whole menu, that's food play

Blow through a army

I'm hurricane Hussein

Hunt em down

Plates lined up for the food yea

Cook it slow

Chef wrist

Pull you out the cooler

You on the menu

On the menu

On the menu

You on the menu

Hunt em down

Plates lined up for the food yea

Cook it slow

Chef wrist

Pull you out the cooler

You on the menu

On the menu

On the menu

You on the menu