Darnell:
My sweet animal brother, please forgive my sin. mmmm
Food source with a mother, where do I begin…
To explain how my heart toils, justifyin’ that you boil
Leftovers I wrap in foil. America burns too much oil. (Gotta stay focused)
When I make my dirty dollar, I have heard the sound (wait for it-it’s heavy)
Of a crab who hiss and hollers, as he’s drowning down.
That crab fritter you see fryin’ was once a critter I sent dyin’
I want to be a quitter and I’m sure tryin’, ’cause I’m a cook who can’t stop cryin’. mmmm
I’m not sayin’ what you eat; Have a shish kebab or piggy feet
But honor he who feels the heat —-pleeeaaase respect the meat.
Earl, rapping:
I want to say thank you, thank you from the nation, to the people with claws-crustaceans!
And the other animals whose location will end up in my drawers-mastication.
Joy:
Hey, it’s not selfish, it is quite valid to hope the shellfish get their own mallet
Then you might well wish you ordered salad when a crab whips your ass —Darnell, kick your ballad!
Darnell:
It’s no crime to sell a ton of murdered exoskeletons
No one cried when he got fried because he walks from side to side.
All:
Chiga, chiga, chiga, chiga -PINCH! Chiga, chiga, chiga, chiga -PINCH!
Randy, doing Barry White voice:
Baby, I tried staying away from you. You know- trying to see other foods;
Broccoli, tofu –I even tried dipping it in butter– but it’s not you.
Darnell:
I’m not sayin’ what to eat, life is short and life is sweet,
And meat is life, so I repeat —pleeeeaaase respect the meat.
(digest slowly….even in Crete…)