Serve ’Em Up

Lyrics

[Commentary: Trials] Servin' up some glorious, fantastic motherfucking cookery, son [Scratches: ADFU] "Yup, and I be ready to serve 'em up— Yup, and I be ready to serve 'em up— Yup, and I be ready to serve 'em up— Yup, and I be ready to serve 'em up" [Verse 1: Vents] All right, it's like I will not fold under pressure (nah) Roll with the punches, strong beyond measure Search for the treasure, big up the horror Lot of men suck up their dick for a dollar Uh, blue collar, white collar, why bother? Regrets in the past and the fear of tomorrow, so I Live like I'll never die But I'll die like I never lived, negative Thought process that give to stress And thoughts in your mind must invade the French It's like God and the Devil in a game of chess Take your best shot, Satan I ain't impressed Generation, why am I pacin' the room Starin' at the walls and waitin' for the boom? Pray for your doom and it's painless No such luck, you get fucked in the anus What?! [Scratches: ADFU] "Yup, and I be ready to serve 'em up" "Check it out" "That's right" "Yup, and I be ready to serve 'em up" "Check it out" "[?]" "Yup, and I be ready to serve 'em up" "Check it out" "That's right" "Yup, and I be ready" "No doubt" "Yup, and I be ready to serve 'em up" [Verse 2: Vents] All right, it's like Spend your health to get cheddar (Then what?) Spend your wealth to get better Get a job, motherfucker, whatever Tough like stingray leather, the era Gold, I never fold is said in bold Fuckin' with the Vents One and you gettin' told Too cold? Better zip up the jacket I'm sick like Brian on the cigarette packet Thirty-four, this is murder galore Search for the last durry on the dirty floor Real raw, reservoir dog for sure Drop shit real heavy like toilet door, uh Therefore get back down to biz And don't play this round to kids, you better bounce to this ADFU, grab the fader "Yup, and I be ready", catch ya later, peace