Bad, Bad Foods
Raw, raw foods
Ain't the true goods for you.
You can die hard from raw intoxication,
Cook 'em all the way through, yo.
"Y'all chef and staff,"
"I can't eat this. Its raw, raw m-meat-is r-raw-raawh meat!"
"Oh…. Well it's just fine, some people do it all the time."
"I ain't like them others, and this food is clearly undercooked…"
Leavin' the restaurant, no tip,
Bee'cause I got a grip and oh yes,
Raw grease on da floor, I see the chef slip.
Actin' like it's nothing, but really-
It's bad, bad foods. Raw, raw food.
I ain't gonna buy it, nor eat it if already bought'n it.
Copyright © Marissa Faries | Year Posted 2019
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