That sounds gooooooood. OMG my stomach is rumbling like an angry mob!
Speaking of hunger...
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For da shorteez gather 'round and let me tell ya somethin'
For da shorteez can't you hear them little stomachs rumblin'
For da shorteez yo, ya gonna eat that raggamuffin?
for da shorteez let's show the shorteez some lovin'
C'mon, my name is Sir Loin, been at this for a while
I got four stomachs for only one stomach and mouth
That's a little empty belly with a vacancy sign
kinda like close encounters of the charity kind
Ya got canned goods just collectin' dust
Ya got meat, got fruit, got vegatables
Only prerequisites that can set a bowl
Get ya freak on at my freaky food festival
Cold cuts a must, don't even take bread crust
Cuz the shorteez be beggin', some begga's don't give a...
They's hungry, let's face facts, they starve
Feel a void in yourheart, fill ya shoppin' cart,
for da shorteez
For da shorteez (for da shorteez y'all)
For da shorteez (for da shorteez)
Think at what's at stake, look upon your plate
If it's a slab o' steak, time to regurgitate
Ya got a double chin, their little chins too slim
Ya think it's good for them?
The little kids expose ribs
Just think of all da shorteez, can't ya hear 'em cry?
Paula, cough up that burger and fries
Hams on my left, double cans, Bob's got high
Give to the hungry shorteez, so the shorteez won't die
Stop the felon please, steady eatin' ham and cheese
Throw away your greens, you be pissin' on a dream
Gimme all your onion rings, it's a'ight listen
A slice a pizza, it don't matter if a bite's missin'
Prime rib, porkchop, porterhouse, it don't stop
My actin' like hogslop, to the shorteez it's alot
They been hungry since birth, so hand over your desert
Open up your mouth, stick a finger down, it could be worse
listen closely , gimme all your groceries
Cuz a little baby's screamin "man , I need a hogie!"
"Somebody hold me, somebody console me, somebody boil me up a pot o' pirogies!"
Think of what we're facin', all those little faces, c'mon let's erase this... for da shorteez
(Check It Out)
Doin' it for da shorteez
Doin' it for da shorteez
Doin' it for da shorteez
Doin' it for da shorteez , y'all
For da shorteez
Got crackers, got chips, got puddin' cups
You'd be surprised what little shorteez like to munch
Could be trash, could be mold, could be excrement
Could be a bag o' old diapers, they'd call that lunch
Mayonnaise been out for a couple o' days
Milk and corpses, scabs and eggs
Sweet bread, pig heads, horse heads too
Wanna drop it like it hot?
here's what ya do
(For da shorteez)
6-1-2 Wharf Avenue, what?
6-1-2 Wharf Avenue, what?
(For da shorteez)
6-1-2 Wharf Avenue, what?
6-1-2 Wharf Avenue
But please, no more canned yams man
We got more canned yams than we know what to do with
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