[Intro: Humpty Hump (Del)]
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This is a federal food fight
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(You better know it!)
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That means we're callin out all you kooks and crooks
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(What?! We're about to rip this shit)
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Oh, me? My name is Humpty Hump
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(There's a party in here, baby)
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I'm the original big-nosed rapper, baby
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(You better get down with this, baby)
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We're about to sling hot food all over this piece
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(Just nothing but a food fight!)
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Here we go, back in the house for the 9-whatever
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(Foood fiiiiiggghht)
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With the bacon and egg sandwich
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[Humpty Hump]
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You ain't bringing groceries, g
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Your groove is getting rude over records
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But can you sling the food like this?!
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You better bite this
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If you wanna make the people move like this
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Chez wa, Allah, cheese burger
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Flame broil base, my pickle make ya wiggle
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You're busted, my mustard will wax your whole plate
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By itself, not including all my funky condiments
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Nod your head to this and DUCK DOWN
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As I commence to lock and load a fresh cantaloupe
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Yo, I'm illin! I'm slingin melons
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Like the felons are slangin dope sacks
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So max but I wouldn't stand so close up in the light
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Either bring it or hide
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Cause it's about to be a food fight!
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[Chorus]
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(You need something for the food fight!)
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We hit you in the neck with a cheeseburger
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(Gotta bring food to the food fight!)
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Yeah, bruh, we hit you in the neck with a cheeseburger!
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[Del]
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It's classic
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Slapping brothers with some lettuce from jurasstic
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I counteract it with the Shock with ham hocks
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>From brothers who might Tupac
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Fifty-seven black [????] and lots of flows
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Fat like hippopotamoes, still caught em though
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In the face with excrements, peep my testaments
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I bring the seasoning paprika
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Eureka for the weaker, and smoke the reefer
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Dribble up the funk in the beaker
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And, yes, about to say ¡®speaker'
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It leaks in your ears and years ahead
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I went to Japan and they was throwing pork balls
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But I'm calling protocol, stooop!
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[Chorus]
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(You need something for the food fight)
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We banked you in the neck with the cheeseburger
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(Gotta bring something for the food fight)
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Yes, we're slugging the chicken nugget to your grill
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(You need something for the food fight)
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Get ready, we're coming fetti with the groceries
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(Gotta bring food to the food fight!)
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Someone shoulda told ya, it ain't over till it's over
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[Humpty]
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Now if I am what I eat I hope I ain't a big couchie
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Gotta substitute the ¡®ouch' for the ¡®ooch'!
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If so, I hate to see my man Donnie O, he'd be a butthell
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Substitute the ¡®ell' for the ¡®ole'
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Actually, factually hella fools I know would be toe up
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If you was what you ate, no fakin
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My man Nate would be a plate of bacon
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My brother Shock popcorn, and my cat would be a rat
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My girlfriend would be some super sperm and things
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My rich nigga Pac would be a lobster with hot wings
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It's quite simple, if true that my temple is wrecked
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I'd be some mushrooms and cognac
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I'd be a pinto bean gravy smothered neck bone
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Scrilla taker, vanilla wafer, baker, filler
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So come on with your food slingin cause I'm ready
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Bring it ¡© SHUT UP! Nigga, sing it
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[Chorus]
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Bring the groceries
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Food Fight
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Digital Underground |