You Are What You Eat (Dungeon Meshi) Lyrics

Momma said you are what you eat, guess I'm monstrous

Big body, never skip his lunches

Everybody looking when I pull up to the function

You'd never make it in the dungeon

Momma said you are what you eat, guess I'm beastly

If I drop another then the whole team feasting

Everybody looking when I pull up to the function

You'd never make it in the dungeon

Really entering the belly of the beast

Know my belly been on empty so I'm sinking in my teeth

Now we're barely being tested when we're stepping in the deep

But I can't just err on reckless cus who's rescuing the team

Into hell, turn it into hell's kitchen

Church bells ringing, no resurrecting the missing

The pockets as deep as wishing wells with no well wishing

The whole team fucking skint, so we learned to be self sufficient

Sometimes it takes some pressure to cook

Read up the book

Armour shining looking fresher than fuck

Cus like presentation's everything

The better the look and the smell of the grub

Then the bigger the benefit that you get from your lunch

It's a simple equation

Gimme good food and I'll be kicking their face in

Cus proper nutrition's not to be scoffed at or wasted

Prolly lost in the sauce

There's monsters I've gotta be tasting

Momma said you are what you eat, guess I'm monstrous

Big body, never skip his lunches

Everybody looking when I pull up to the function

You'd never make it in the dungeon

Momma said you are what you eat, guess I'm beastly

If I drop another then the whole team feasting

Everybody looking when I pull up to the function

You'd never make it in the dungeon

Whether meal or mail, you'll see me polishing my plate

If you come between my food and I, an obvious mistake

Cus I'm thinking with my stomach, not my noggin or my brain

Man I'm volatile as all hell when there's nothing that I've ate

Like living armour, I'm out of my shell, I'm Kensuke

Dreaming even farther, I never had time for templates

Pressure weighs a ton with every step, it must be leg day

Heavy metal breastplate

You can bet I bench weight

Momma said you are what you eat right

Me, I must've eaten beef since I was knee high

Fishy motherfuckers really feasting at the seaside

Landing on my feet, you know I'm rolling with a feline

Big appetite, aptitude superlative

Your attitude is bad for you

Cravings never conservative

Hack and slash are my services

Every part has its purposes

Tasted this shit one time and haven't been back to the surface since

Momma said you are what you eat, guess I'm monstrous

Big body, never skip his lunches

Everybody looking when I pull up to the function

You'd never make it in the dungeon

Momma said you are what you eat, guess I'm beastly

If I drop another then the whole team feasting

Everybody looking when I pull up to the function

You'd never make it in the dungeon