Humble Pie

Lyrics

[Intro] This is the story about a piglet named Puny Who didn't like people All the animals laughed at him But everything changed when Puny met his new friend… [Verse 1: Del] First day of school, I'm in the lunchroom I'm drinking me some juice, right about then This dude tried to move, me out my seat he said he wanted Nothing I could do, it wasn't cool [Chorus: Del] You'll try humble pie Yeah yeah, it serves him right Sit down and eat a slice You'll try humble pie That's right, chow down I'ma make you bow down [Interlude: Lana Shea] There's a high road, but down you go Never see the summit when you're down below You never get ahead when you're keeping score Gotta know your soul Why you do what you do? Why you do what you do? Why you do what you do? You should think about it [Verse 2: Del] He fronted like the master of the schoolyard Slammin' fools into lockers what we knew him for He be whylin', they be askin' what do this for He must be getting abused for not doing his chores He take what he want like, "Gimme that" Beatdowns, head cracks only thing he giving back Somebody tried to stand up to him In fact, got backhanded like, "whack" with the Dig'em Smack He hittin' crack with an empty Coke can Hiding from the principal, that'll ruin his whole plan He a mystery nobody care to solve Now he damn near made me fall trying to snatch the chair I'm on I'm looking at this fool like he must be dumb But I'm 'bout to educate his ass if he touch me once He acted jumpy like something's up He rush, I duck, he tried to hit me with a sucker punch Fucked his head, he said, "Come here, punk!" I crouch, kicked him in the legs, his knees buckled up He fell to the ground, I put my knee in his neck The whole cafeteria's seeing this shit... [Chorus: Del] You'll try humble pie Yeah yeah, it serves him right Sit down and eat a slice You'll try humble pie That's right, chow down I'ma make you bow down [Verse 3: Del] Humble pie, now try a piece That shit don't fly with me, trying to act violently You can't beat everybody up, you ain't the ruler Sent to meet authorities, it's drastic measures, you get booted They introduce his parents to the school board Continuation school is his new course Pops damn near killed him with a brute force Then paid the hospital bills, he sold his new Porsche Moms packed her bags, filed for divorce Took the kid with her, now pops is paying child support The moral of the story so they don't forget this Wear the hat that fits you and don't get too big for your britches... [Outro: Lana Shea] Whoa-whoa-oh, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo... Why you do what you do? Why you do what you do? Why you do what you do? You should think about it