You could say that I'm a one-curly-five in the box of the regular Messing with the flavor, oh, the flavor that you savor Saving me for last, but you better not eat me at all Living in a fast-food bag, making friends with the ketchup and salt Oh, people say that I'm a crazy for not moving on The better thing instead of sitting around trash-talking with the onion ring But it's much too soon to lead this easy life Pass me the spoon, pass the analytical knife Cause you're about to get cut up or get cut down It's all about the wordplay, all about the sound of my tone The voice, you gotta let me make my choice alone Before my food gets cold and I shut up or get shot down It's all about the know-how or just a matter of taste Stop telling me the way I gotta play now Too much food on my plate Well, believe it or not, I've supersized my sight So no surprise in the cereal box, my stomach's smaller than my eyes So I went to see the doctor and he said, turn my head and then cough I didn't listen to what he said, instead I couldn't wait to get off He said, I can have this, but I can't have that I should keep wishing I was living the life of a cat But I ain't the one who's gonna be missing the feast Just like you ain't the one who seems to be calling the beast Now you're about to get cut up or get cut down It's all about the wordplay, all about the sound of my tone The voice, you gotta let me make my choice alone Before my food gets cold and I shut up or get shot down It's all about the know-how or just a matter of taste Stop telling me the way that I gotta play You're putting too much food on my plate, come on Well if you are what you eat, in my case, I'll be sweet So come and get some I'm so all over ya You're about to get cut up or get cut down It's all about the know-how or just a matter of taste Stop telling me the way that I gotta play You're putting too much food on my plate, come on Get up to get, get in, get down There's too much food on my plate, come on Ya-da-da-da