Chazer Wazer Man's Gotta Eat lyrics
Man's Gotta Eat
Chazer Wazer
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[Intro]
Man's gotta, gotta, gotta eat
Man's gotta, gotta, gotta eat
Man's gotta, gotta, gotta feast
If he doesn't then he'll turn into a beast
[Verse]
I'm a cannibal, eat you 'cause you're flammable (Should I do that again)
I'm a cannibal, eat you 'cause you're flammable (I'm gonna change the verse)
I was cruising the streets, after hours on the weekend
I was in New Zealand, or was it Queensland?
You thought Chazer foamed it in, didn't ya?
But bitch I'm a livin' star with pretty cars with witty bars
I fuck the game up I need to smoke with cigars
I just ate this bitches pussy, literally
I'm a killer G, eat you with ginger tea
Tie you from a bigger tree, eat Hitler's knees
Then eat a football clubs A team like Mr. T
Your skin be wet because I'm a spitter, me
My tongue has tasted more skin than Paris Hilton
I knew this couple, marriage felt them
I said knew because I killed them
Boiled them in a soup and seasoned it with pepper
But I dropped it on the floor like a shit sweater
Now I have to cook you again like I did Heather
I do this because I'm more fussing than a kid, bet I'm (better)
More sadistic than tickling an orphan with feathers
Until he pisses and you reveal you ate his parents because the prick let ya
That little baby bitch said you could eat his green
So you just ate his parents 'cause they make so much cheddar
Man's gotta, gotta, gotta eat
Man's gotta, gotta, gotta eat
Man's gotta, gotta, gotta feast
If he doesn't then he'll turn into a beast
[Verse]
I'm a cannibal, eat you 'cause you're flammable (Should I do that again)
I'm a cannibal, eat you 'cause you're flammable (I'm gonna change the verse)
I was cruising the streets, after hours on the weekend
I was in New Zealand, or was it Queensland?
You thought Chazer foamed it in, didn't ya?
But bitch I'm a livin' star with pretty cars with witty bars
I fuck the game up I need to smoke with cigars
I just ate this bitches pussy, literally
I'm a killer G, eat you with ginger tea
Tie you from a bigger tree, eat Hitler's knees
Then eat a football clubs A team like Mr. T
Your skin be wet because I'm a spitter, me
My tongue has tasted more skin than Paris Hilton
I knew this couple, marriage felt them
I said knew because I killed them
Boiled them in a soup and seasoned it with pepper
But I dropped it on the floor like a shit sweater
Now I have to cook you again like I did Heather
I do this because I'm more fussing than a kid, bet I'm (better)
More sadistic than tickling an orphan with feathers
Until he pisses and you reveal you ate his parents because the prick let ya
That little baby bitch said you could eat his green
So you just ate his parents 'cause they make so much cheddar
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