Food is nice, I'll do steak soup with rice. I don't make moves or try without first takin a huge bite. I'm a dessert-a-holic—I like squirtin chocolate all over my pasta, then goin across ta the local donut shop ta get donuts with almonds thrown across 'em. Fried dough till I explode or I'm choking on it. I like a shortcake covered in cornflakes, I like a warm steak, shove more in my face. Take a pixie stick and dump it on a salad, ate a cow's phallus down in Dallas (ugh). Went up under cow shit for mushrooms for my pizza with peeps on it. If it's foul, just throw some cheese on it, let the cream cheese soften. Bury my face in it, berries and grapes in it, barely will wait minutes, hilarious waste isn't it. I am disgusting. I can barely eat anymore but I think I'll drink some fuckin cream, what a dream. Cupcakes, and fudge rounds, I never gave a fuck, and certainly don't give no fucks now. I'm gonna shove down pies like I'm Looney Tunes. I like to abuse it, ask me to choose, I'm choosin food (fuck off). Chicken fried steak, liver tryna process all the shit that I intake. Sippin wine's great, with a bit of white fish that I bit while it was still flippin, swimming inside a lake. Whip up a lil dip, stick it inside my face. Oh shit, I might-