Far East Movement, MC Jin - Food Fight lyrics

All right students, class dismissed hey chef
Hello children
So what's today's lunch special
The same as it is every day
What, what is it? Country fried stake
Followed by my chocolate salty balls
Ahw, nuts!

We stuck in this cafeteria
They call the industry
Serving up the same damn thing
I bet you thought it would never happen, huh?
You are now tunes into FM and Jin
We ain't never eating at the cafeteria again
You swaping hot outta rock greater spots
Since the days of fish sticks and tater tots
Four MCs with cocky flows
All you other rappers sounding
Like Sloppy Joes
You are now tuned into FM and Jin
We ain't never eating at the cafeteria again



The industry has got me fucked up
In the stomach where my ribs meat
Starving while I watch all of
These other kids eat
I heard your signing bonus was a Lexus coup
I'm next in line
Yeah Imma fight for the extra scoop
A natural entrepeneur, I was born on the job
Trade you half a biscuit for
Your corn in a cup most of y'all
They brag about keeping the heat close
I don't got beef
That's just yesterday's meat loaf
Damn, how can I put this delicately
Y'all is some leftovers like
Fronting like a delicacy
If they won't let me eat I
Will act on my own hunch
Forced once and for all yo
To pack my own lunch

This record be serving kids mystery meats
Same damn CD, week after week
With no nutrition nor ambition
The burger's getting hard and
The jello's gibbling
The things that you cover
With your government cheese
The kids that you're filling
With your industry grease
If the cooks care less and cease or perish
Left out for days like peas and carrots
Peace from the far east now on your menu
Four foot boobs and your essential
Endent your regiment with the vitamin Jin
Put a spork in your mouth with a bite of FM

You are now tunes into FM and Jin
We ain't never eating at the cafeteria again
You swaping hot outta rock greater spots
Since the days of fish sticks and tater tots
Four MCs with cocky flows
All you other rappers sounding
Like Sloppy Joes
You are now tuned into FM and Jin
We ain't never eating at the cafeteria again

I'll be waiting in line
Rubbing my stomach 'cause I'm starving
Wasting my time
'cause the cook is serving garbage
Plate full of empty getting
Dizzy like I'm carsick
Hunger pain made my brain
Take the kitchen hostage
Teachers never honest
Keep 'em from the knowledge
Meals artificial
Recipes filled with nonsense
Alarming the way they turn their face y'all
But, I promise the staff won't eat this cold
Shit is crazy more like boys' bathroom stalls
Better guard your plate 'cause I
Got a sticky paw
'Fore your fried chicken omelet and
Meals on the daily

I get the special of the day
Goddamn I'm furious
I'm like John McEnroe, You cannot be serious
Changing up the menu and we're doing it right
So I'm throwing up my lunch
To incite a food fight
Jug over the counter to catch the lunch later
Try not to attack with
Mashed potatoes and gravy
We ain't saving nothing here
We hailing a new year
So here comes the brand new
Flavor for your ear
Chilling FM the nuisence like Rayquan
Serving y'all food for thought
Fun with asians keep your hands high like
You wanting some mo'
But this is where it ends, cafeteria closed

You are now tunes into FM and Jin
We ain't never eating at the cafeteria again
You swaping hot outta rock greater spots
Since the days of fish sticks and tater tots
Four MCs with cocky flows
All you other rappers sounding
Like Sloppy Joes
You are now tuned into FM and Jin
We ain't never eating at the cafeteria again