I can't find the right amount of season
I've lost sense of time for no reason
I feel I've been cookin for
for a group a men and there fart sounds
I can't think or breathe when im around them
but im still the one thats got to feed them
Forked tongues in nasty mouths
Can drive a man to bleed from inside out

What do i try?
why must i cry?
all of my torment
put this twitch in my eye

I've fed you fresh picked fruit off the vine
and fed you nachos at half time
brittney spears sings a pretty song
inspired all the times i been walked on
My kitchens fed so many millions
Who lift their hands up high because i feed them
you are fed , never be wed
The more you stuff it down the sooner your dead
chorus:
I know I can't hold the hate inside my mind
'Cause you consume your thoughts and all your life
So I'll just make you one dish
a salty bitter sweet dish
ill just make you one dish!

lemon lemon lemon lemon pie!
What if your words could be judged like a crime?