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    [Intro: Humpty Hump (Del)]
    This is a federal food fight
    (You better know it!)
    That means we're callin out all you kooks and crooks
    (What?! We're about to rip this shit)
    Oh, me? My name is Humpty Hump
    (There's a party in here, baby)
    I'm the original big-nosed rapper, baby
    (You better get down with this, baby)
    We're about to sling hot food all over this piece
    (Just nothing but a food fight!)
    Here we go, back in the house for the 9-whatever
    (Foood fiiiiiggghht)
    With the bacon and egg sandwich

    [Humpty Hump]
    You ain't bringing groceries, g
    Your groove is getting rude over records
    But can you sling the food like this?!
    You better bite this
    If you wanna make the people move like this
    Chez wa, Allah, cheese burger
    Flame broil base, my pickle make ya wiggle
    You're busted, my mustard will wax your whole plate
    By itself, not including all my funky condiments
    Nod your head to this and DUCK DOWN
    As I commence to lock and load a fresh cantaloupe
    Yo, I'm illin! I'm slingin melons
    Like the felons are slangin dope sacks
    So max but I wouldn't stand so close up in the light
    Either bring it or hide
    Cause it's about to be a food fight!

    [Chorus]
    (You need something for the food fight!)
    We hit you in the neck with a cheeseburger
    (Gotta bring food to the food fight!)
    Yeah, bruh, we hit you in the neck with a cheeseburger!

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    [Del]
    It's classic
    Slapping brothers with some lettuce from jurasstic
    I counteract it with the Shock with ham hocks
    >From brothers who might Tupac
    Fifty-seven black [????] and lots of flows
    Fat like hippopotamoes, still caught em though
    In the face with excrements, peep my testaments
    I bring the seasoning paprika
    Eureka for the weaker, and smoke the reefer
    Dribble up the funk in the beaker
    And, yes, about to say 'speaker'
    It leaks in your ears and years ahead
    I went to Japan and they was throwing pork balls
    But I'm calling protocol, stooop!

    [Chorus]
    (You need something for the food fight)
    We banked you in the neck with the cheeseburger
    (Gotta bring something for the food fight)
    Yes, we're slugging the chicken nugget to your grill
    (You need something for the food fight)
    Get ready, we're coming fetti with the groceries
    (Gotta bring food to the food fight!)
    Someone shoulda told ya, it ain't over till it's over

    [Humpty]
    Now if I am what I eat I hope I ain't a big couchie
    Gotta substitute the 'ouch' for the 'ooch'!
    If so, I hate to see my man Donnie O, he'd be a butthell
    Substitute the 'ell' for the 'ole'
    Actually, factually hella fools I know would be toe up
    If you was what you ate, no fakin
    My man Nate would be a plate of bacon
    My brother Shock popcorn, and my cat would be a rat
    My girlfriend would be some super sperm and things
    My rich nigga Pac would be a lobster with hot wings
    It's quite simple, if true that my temple is wrecked
    I'd be some mushrooms and cognac
    I'd be a pinto bean gravy smothered neck bone
    Scrilla taker, vanilla wafer, baker, filler
    So come on with your food slingin cause I'm ready
    Bring it ­ SHUT UP! Nigga, sing it

    [Chorus]

    Bring the groceries

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    Composición: T. Jones, Greg Jacobs y Earl Humphrey

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