Digital Underground — Food Fight

[Intro: Humpty Hump] Game 11 This is a federal food fight (You better know it) That means we're callin' out all you cooks and crooks (What? We're about to rip this shit) Oh, me? My name is Humpty Hump (There's a party in here, baby) I'm the original big-nosed rapper, baby (You better get down with this, baby) We're about to sling hot food all over this piece, yeah (Just nothing but a food fight) Here we go, back in the house for the 9-whatever (Food fight) With the bacon and egg sandwich [Verse 1: Humpty Hump] You ain't bringing groceries, G Your groove is getting rude over records But can you sling the food like this? You better bite this, if you wanna make the people move like this Chez wa, Allah, cheese burger Flame broil base, my pickle make ya wiggle You're busted, my mustard will wax your whole plate By itself, not including all my funky condiments Nod your head to this and duck down As I commence to lock and load a fresh cantaloupe Yo, I'm illin', I'm slingin' melons like the felons are slangin' dope sacks So max but I wouldn't stand so close up in the light Either bring it or hide 'cause it's about to be a food fight [Chorus: Humpty Hump] (You need something for the food fight) We hit you in the neck with a cheeseburger (Gotta bring food to the food fight) Yeah, bruh, we hit you in the neck with a cheeseburger [Verse 2: Del the Funky Homosapien] It's classic, slapping brothers with some lettuce from jurasstic I counteract it with the Shock with hamhocks From brothers who might 2Pac Fifty-seven black too hard but lots of flows Fat like hippopotamus, still caught 'em though In the face with excrements, peep my testaments I bring the seasoning paprika Eureka for the weaker, and smoke the reefer Dribble up the funk in the beaker and, yes, about to say, "Speaker" It leaks in your ears and years ahead I went to Japan and they was throwing pork balls But I'm calling protocol, stop [Chorus: Humpty Hump, Del the Funky Homosapien] (You need something for the food fight) We banked you in the neck with the cheeseburger, come on (Gotta bring food to the food fight) Yes, we're slugging the chicken nugget to your grill (You need something for the food fight) Get ready, we're coming fetti with the groceries (Gotta bring food to the food fight) Someone shoulda told ya, it ain't over 'til it's over [Verse 3: Humpty Hump] Now if I am what I eat I hope I ain't a big couchie Gotta substitute the 'Ouch' for the 'Ooch' If so, I hate to see my man Donnie O, he'd be a butt hell Substitute the 'Ell' for the 'Ole' Actually, factually, hella fools I know would be tore up If you was what you ate, no fakin' My man Nate would be a plate of bacon My brother Shock popcorn, and my cat would be a rat My girlfriend would be some super sperm and things My rich nigga 'Pac would be a lobster with hot wings It's quite simple, if true that, my temple is wrecked I'd be some mushrooms and cognac I'd be a pinto bean gravy smothered neckbone Scrilla taker, vanilla wafer, baker, filler So come on with your food slingin' 'cause I'm ready Bring it, shut up nigga, sing it [Chorus: Humpty Hump] (You need something for the food fight) Yeah, hit you in the neck with the cheeseburger (Gotta bring food to the food fight) We're slugging the chicken nugget to your grill (You need something for the food fight) Get ready, we're coming fetti with the groceries (Gotta bring food to the food fight) Someone shoulda told ya, it ain't over 'til it's over [Outro: Humpty Hump, Del the Funky Homosapien] Bring the groceries Bring the groceries Bring, bring the groceries You see what we bringin' Don't even sleep, don't even sleep Ah, you sleepin', you sleepin', you sleepin' But that's okay though, we still bringin' the funk And back to what I was saying before...