Food - JME

My belly hurts

My belly is hurting me

My belly hurts blud

I want some food blud

Yo, yo

Food!

Blud, my belly is hurting me blud

Food!

I’m hungry, I want some

Food!

I’m hungry and I want some flipping

Food!

Food!

I want some kebab rudeboy

As soon as I step foot in the shop

I know that I don’t know what I want

Chicken doner, kofte kebab or

Lamb shish, or a mixed special

Sometimes I get a kofte

Or some next one I can’t say properly (lahmacun)

I’m so hungry I’m bitin' my lips

Flippin' hell just get a portion of chips

Blud that’s too much salt on my chips

I been bitin' my lips, are you thick, it stings

I’ve lost my appetite, lickin' the salt off my lips

Throw the chips in the bin

Normal, walk out the shop

Don’t forget to say, «Thank you boss» (Ayy, safe, safe)

Walk to my yard, soon as I land

Go find a toilet and jam

Food!

Don’t you love it when you get some real good

Food!

Not going out on street and eating all of that junk

Food!

All that take-away and all that shit

Food!

I want some McD’s… McDonald’s!

So I pull up, at the drive-thru

They like to call it the McDrive

I’m waiting there for my food

The lady comes, I look in her eyes

«Ay, yo, yo!», then I start bussin' up

At the drive through I always joke

I ask for a large orange coke

Or sometimes I ask for a small large fries (Some chips)

I’m in my early twenties

Pushin' a whip but I’m payin' in pennies

When you get burgers, always check 'em

I eat burgers in fifteen seconds

Ketchup all over my face

Sesame seeds all over the place

As if that wasn’t enough to spoil it

Go home spend two days on the toilet

Food!

Go home and eat some of that good

Food!

After you been out on road, shottin' that

Food!

Come and get a big munch, munch that

Food!

On no eediat ting, rudeboy

Nah man, I ain’t got no Ps today

So I sit in my yard and check MySpace

As per usual my belly rumbles

Here comes mum to save the day

I say, «Good afternoon», fix my face

Then ask mum to fix me a plate

Be polite if she’s in a good mood

I know I’ll get some of that good food

Rice, plantain, but no ackee

I’m Nigerian, I deal with shaki

Trust me, it might not sound nice

But I box 'dat back with ground rice

I ain’t on a hype ting either

I wash it down with a glass of water

And when I fill up my tummy

Don’t forget to say thank you mummy (Thanks mum, thanks mum)

Food!

Some good food, good

Food!

Food!

Food!