Promoe - Fast Food World lyrics

It's all bloody, covered in shame
The slaughterhouse where four
Number's your name
I hate this place, the urine, the pain
They try to clean but can't
Get ride of the stains (why they do that?)
So full of life, next minute she dead
I never could figure this
Blood spillin' in vain
And they call it my work
Yo the give me the blame
For more than X million insane killings a day
(blam)
With machine's sent straight from hell
(uh huh)
Stabbin' your face Norman Bate's motel
Death traps and kidnaps, cows and pigs that
Lay wide open on the floor with big rats
(oh no)
Runnin' around, germs havin' a field day
Bacteria's all over the steel blade
Spreadin' me through the meat industry
I'm death I bet you're not
Please, d to meet me, it's

Oh, oh, oh, murder!
Supplyin' bloody meat for the fast food world
Oh, oh, oh, murder!
Supplyin' bloody meat for the fast food world
Yeah, yeah, I say

We keep 'em comin' no time rest, now
Here's your knife, cut 'em up by the chest
Now upside down so the blood run out
After that clean it out 'till
The guts come out
Now, there's no end I've been begun at eight
Seventeen days straight I'm
Always runnin' late
I'm workin' overtime, but I'm underpaid
The company treatin' me like fuckin' slave
Need to little cash so I can run away
But the light at the end of tunnel ain't
Visible, I'm too tried, got a stomach ache
Can't concentrate
It must've been sumth'n I ate
Then he suddenly slipped and
He slit his wrist broke his neck in the fall
Midst the shit and piss
Thinkin' 'bout his little sis'
And the bitter twist:
Now he's dying like company's sins were his
While his boss a real Mr slick
Dismissed the union that could've
Writ the risk but he had to have
People workin' triple shifts
Ain't no accident call it what it really is
It's

Murder!
Supplyin' sickness in the fast food world
And it is murder!
Supply corruption in the fast food world
Aw yeah i see murder

Steppin' through the golden arches
Where murder is neatly packed and heart rates
Increase with the grease smearin'
On my domepiece
Extra cheese! I'm takin' that to go please
Cloggin' up my arteries
Part of my wanna leave
My apology is simply that time is robbin' me
Nobody see the commodities is still victims
So is the one buyin' the
Shite from hell's kitchen
Stumblin' to the ground, pains the abdomen
Paralizin' his body like
Something stabbin' him
But the doctor's found nothing
Wrong when examining
Two days later his wife came home panicking
Yo, she found him on the
Couch with the remote control
Hangin' from his cold hand
They just spoke on the phone
The autopsy show it was the E coli
Bad luck with bad some meat?
Nah, it's probably

Murder!
Supplyin' sickness in the fast food world
I see murder!
Supplyin' poison in the fast food world
Oh yeah
Murder, murder, murder (right, right, uh, uh)
In the fast food world

Well, nothin' with the eye, mouth or teeth
Rasta no eat and I'm not jokin'
Rasta no meel
Nothin' with the eye, mouth or teeth
Rasta no eat and I'm not jokin'
No, no, no