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
I’m a cannibal, eat you ’cause you’re flammable (Should I do that again)
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 b#tch I’m a livin’ star with pretty cars with witty bars
I f#ck the game up I need to smoke with cigars
I just ate this b#tches p#ss#, 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 sh#t 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 sad#stic than tickling an orphan with feathers
Until he pisses and you reveal you ate his parents because the prick let ya
That little baby b#tch said you could eat his green
So you just ate his parents ’cause they make so much cheddar
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Chazer Wazer Lyrics – Man’s Gotta Eat