DurdyBanga - Deep Dish Lyrics

Taste the debut / of the barbeque no
Need to argue who got / the best rhyme sauce bar-
Stool ambiance servin' / Water Vapor with the Dinner
Plates food for thought / always in a winner
State so shrewd / wit the gourmet stew
That I brew it begs / the question, what if food
Was edible rhyme? / mine would be served
In five star restaurants / I got whatcha
Want no GM/O homegrown grass
Root rhymes with the brass / truth that last through
Expired dates no / said date for Pete's
Sake let it marinate / like blueberry crepes
Changing the course / of ya palate culinary
Talent you like / the way I style it, (this shit
Good) Methods of Eatin' / I'm chewin' and speakin'
Wit' the right seasoning / keep it intriguing

Dinner Plate Eatin' / Crew we some cool du-
Uude snatchin' your food / we don't care who fuck
You! grubbing all up / in ya face... (pardon
Self), Let me mine / my manners, you wanna
Taste? (sike) but over / all yo! I'm never sated
Hunger always good / for, what's anticipated
I got it percolating / circulating at
The roundtable rockin' / old school dooky cables
Fans elated / they over-waited see
It in they facial when / I serve side dish staple
Huh! taste / me, smell me in ya oral
And nasal you so / full ya feel it in ya naval
Huh! compliments / of the HNI-
C it's savory shit / is all gravy, tasty
From out da oven / promise not to dis-
Appoint the fans the first / one to tell ya this
Da joint