Please don't put that in your mouth, you twit
It's not "no big deal", your life, it will steal
Must I say this twice? Don't roll the dice
It won't taste nice and you will die
Lungs will fill with bile, gut filled with pain
Let me steer your hand away
You don't want this, not a good snack
Take a look at it, you big prat

Just use your friggin' eyes
Look, it's green, it's gone green

The mould on it's grown like a coat made of slime
Can't be so dumb to think it's fine
Beneath the congealed slop is death concealed
Where did you find this horrendous last meal?
It looks so damn bad, must have escaped
From down in the couch, 'cause I check the fridge each day

Think I should check your eyes
No damn way that you think that's food
You try to claim a good dust will do
No damn way that you think it's clean
After your mere brush on your jeans
Look, it's green, it's gone green
Open your friggin' eyes
Look, it's green
Just use your friggin' eyes, try spy
Look, it's green, it's gone green
Ugh, look, it's green, it's gone green

Take that phantom zip
Pull it 'cross your lips
Can't afford the doc's fees

This a death wish or some kinda drunk bet?
Point is, twit: you'll regret
It's completely clear, simple and plain
That food ain't "fine", dude, it's tryna escape

Know you have workin' eyes
"I've eaten worse"? I doubt that's true, true, true
Look, it's green, it's gone green
Look, it's green, it's gone green