Chittlins & Pepsi - Strong Arm Steady, Planet Asia

Shit…

But I ain’t fucking with them chitlins

The most I’m a do is chicken, bad food’ll have your breath kicking

Try a diet like Russell Simmons

Dating vegetarian vegan women drinking water with lemons

Low sodium salt, no pork on your fork

After meals you take a long walk

And stay away from the ballpark franks, you pulling all that rank

At Whole Foods putting fuel in your tank

That’s more muscle for the machine

Brussel sprouts, broccoli and string beans

You get your choice of three greens plus a starch to go with it

Committed to the gym keeping your waistline trim

That put a grin all over my face, when you walk in the place

We had ketchup on Sunset, tomato paste

Chicago Summertime at the taste, no time to waste

We don’t waste food on our plate, let the haters hate

Twelve-ounce steak, asparagus tips delicious, got me licking my lips

On some LL Cool J shit

No rib-tips, we take tips from the best chefs like Raekwon

Now pass the Grey Poupon, no MSG, no butter on my popcorn

This ain’t a pop song, tell 'em

These type of women I sees often, the Trader Joe

All natural juice drinking breezes be at the flea market

Berkeley Bowl, free range chicken and rosemary

Avocado California Rolls fresh jalopy

Yoga girl part agave

Green salad pita supporter, vegan au gratin

High on the calcium, cashews, callaloo and curry

Raw veggies, one hundred percent alkaline

Backrubs while I smoke my berries

You and your chick at Mickey D’s ordering Frost McFlurrys

And one thing’s for sure you got that (good thing)

That’s why I got you pregnant cause your pussy was fertile

I can give it to you tough or take it slow like turtles

So soulful my tofu Whole Foods girl

Butternut squash, maple syrup, semi-succulent

You the one I’m fucking with

My organic supplement, always something healthy in the tupperware

I’m eating from the ground as long as we have an atmosphere

Day to day business, water, lime, maple syrup

Cayenne pepper fast, a ten-day cleansing

And if you eat swine that might fuck up our friendship

You know the God gotta have a Queen in the kitchen

Missus microwave three day refrigerated meat loaf, tastes homemade

Daily grill diner, potato parmesan and no lactose

Doze in the massage chair reclining

Thousand Island ruffage, turkey stuffing with brown biscuits

Blonde Barbie dolls call 'em muffins

My honey loves mustard, chicken sub Quiznos munching

Veggie dog sauteed onions

Mouth full of Funyuns on the ferris wheel turning

Having so much fun, tummy burning

Hard, a masala make a hungry man follow ya

Right off the edge of the terrace, asparagus marriage

Bad vision fill my belly up with carrots, malnutrition

Cupcake cholesterol, lifting weights

In between the mocha milkshakes and the succulent Salisbury Steak, wait

She got a porcelain plate, cornish and crab cornbread, kosher

Feeling my foreskin, this Corsican’s horse butt girlfriend

Gets full of forcing it in

In the end she skips din goes straight to dessert

And tries to feed me what’s under that skirt

I leave screaming