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 f*cking skint, so we learned to be self sufficient
Sometimes it takes some pressure to cook
Read up the book
Armour shining looking fresher than f*ck
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 motherf*ckers 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
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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 f*cking skint, so we learned to be self sufficient
Sometimes it takes some pressure to cook
Read up the book
Armour shining looking fresher than f*ck
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 motherf*ckers 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
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 f*cking skint, so we learned to be self sufficient
Sometimes it takes some pressure to cook
Read up the book
Armour shining looking fresher than f*ck
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 motherf*ckers 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
Writer: Mark Nichols
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid