Long Live Lunch Chronicles (feat. Jobi)

I don't know what the hell they makin', some witches stirrin' up that pot
Fuck they cookin' in that kitchen? That shit don't even be hot (not at all)
But they serving that slop to the children (uh huh)
That shit right there is not chicken (Nah)
Pierce through your stomach and blitz it (blahhh)
There will be no finger lickin' (ahhh)
Tell me to hang up the towel, I been postin bout it for a while (ya)
Sit in that long ass line just to get served something that's vile (ya)
Lemur ankle, moose knuckles, bean river, and a fucking single pickle (ya)
New chapter, every day, at the start, I couldn't even miss em (ya)

But a young nigga got burnt out (ahh ha)
No new content that shit was a drought (yaa yaa)
They were servin' pizza every day (uhh huhh),
You know i had to go down that route
It's a lil to late to go bail
Now you ate it and you blacked out

It's a lil too late to go bail
Now you in the hospital with a fat bill
Whip out the phone, take a little pic, these nuggets are hard as a brick
This is not real food, I'm throwin' a fit
My stomach is going to rotate and shift
Bruh what is this they are servin' to us
Is that ground up elf ears as chili for us?
This is a heart attack in a plate
Eatin' this will cost you no more days
Drinkin' that milk makin' my stomach bubble
Givin' my colon some trouble (ohh)
This is sum we get at a prison
We keep tellin' 'em but they don't listen
We definitely need to call up Jesus for this one
Let's gather around and bless the food, let's start the ritual
Even though the food was inedible
Long Live Lunch Chronicles



Credits
Writer(s): Jayson Pealer
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