Here are the lyrics. I didn't want to spoil the viewing experience for anyone.
Listen up fruitcake, I got a question. How many times have you changed possession? A million sixty-three, I ain’t counting mine? The only way I’ll cut you is with this dope rhyme. The only way I’ll eat you is behind the mic. I think you’re the inspiration for a hunger strike.
Cuz when it comes to the lyrics I got the crazy ill power to obliterate ya, scratch that, DEVOUR! Nobody want to eat you cuz you’re just too stale, now do me a favour and get lost in the mail.
(sound of crickets chirping)
Well they call you a dessert, yes they use that term loosely. A punch couldn’t dent ya, not even from Bruce Lee. Talk to a spongecake for some inspiration on how to be consumed without heavy mastication, cuz you taste like dirt and you’re hard as slate. You ain’t dessert, fruitcake, you’re a paperweight.
(sound of crickets chirping)
A knife and a fork? I’ll take a hammer and a chisel to your taste like a brick, for shizzle.
Cuz you’re old, you’re crusty, you ain’t exactly tender. The only option for a fruitcake is return it to the sender!
I love fruitcake. :( But my standards are tough. The only fruitcakes that come close to beating my grandmother's recipe are made by Cistercian monks: http://monasteryfruitcake.org/
Here are the lyrics. I didn't want to spoil the viewing experience for anyone.
ReplyDeleteListen up fruitcake, I got a question.
How many times have you changed possession?
A million sixty-three, I ain’t counting mine?
The only way I’ll cut you is with this dope rhyme.
The only way I’ll eat you is behind the mic.
I think you’re the inspiration for a hunger strike.
Cuz when it comes to the lyrics I got the crazy ill power
to obliterate ya, scratch that, DEVOUR!
Nobody want to eat you cuz you’re just too stale,
now do me a favour and get lost in the mail.
(sound of crickets chirping)
Well they call you a dessert, yes they use that term loosely.
A punch couldn’t dent ya, not even from Bruce Lee.
Talk to a spongecake for some inspiration
on how to be consumed without heavy mastication,
cuz you taste like dirt and you’re hard as slate.
You ain’t dessert, fruitcake, you’re a paperweight.
(sound of crickets chirping)
A knife and a fork? I’ll take a hammer and a chisel
to your taste like a brick,
for shizzle.
Cuz you’re old, you’re crusty,
you ain’t exactly tender.
The only option for a fruitcake
is return it to the sender!
I love fruitcake. :( But my standards are tough. The only fruitcakes that come close to beating my grandmother's recipe are made by Cistercian monks:
ReplyDeletehttp://monasteryfruitcake.org/
However, I was amused by the lyrics! ;)