[Intro: Millie Lanford]
(Straight up exported, out the filipino)
[Verse 1: Sammy]
It isn't a Tomato, it ain't a jalapeno
Thorns on it's head like the big steppers
The ghosts of Carolina screaming bell pepper, bell pepper (bell pepper!)
Sauces aside, the first ingredient
When the capsicum here, then you better stay obedient
I got my friends over to test my dishes
Thank god Uncle Jack is out to swim with the fishes
Got it B.E.L to the L. thеn a space
Then a P.E.P.P, straight to the E.R. with this pacе
If I keep adding mayonnaise my vision might turn hazy
At the dinner table screaming out "my turn daisy"
Fighting over salad like bees over pollen
Faces all swollen look like Nightsparta's colon
Plan it in my head, still exasperating
To know my plates all busy, still masturbating
Please help me: A. The Salad, B. My Guests
C. I really need you to stop giving requests
Every single time you people come to my house
You be squeaking on the salad like a god damn mouse, oh
Why you fighting over Salt and Pepper
Argue bout the main dish bitch, get it together
I spend hours on end, just tryna make it acceptable
It's always so fine 'till you get to the vegetables
So I've decided, this time around
I'll make a salad so good I'll be immediately crowned
The king of appetizers, I ain't even dramatic
But I went to drama classes and they told me I'm fantastic
No lettuce made of plastic, no chicken like silastic
No implants in my salad, now stop acting sarcastic
Walking on a fragile branch, gonna be so tasty
That by the end, you won't even use the ranch
[Verse 2: Sammy]
Now it's back to the first thing I decided
Would fit the starter component that will make up the Salad
You see, it's a base, long, crunchy and hard
Bell Pepper is the only right choice for Bernard
And Koffdrop, (Michael), Alex and Hywel
Every other feature in the album will thrive well
Only got five, well, at the time of writing
And five Bell Peppers is what I will be reciting
Bell Pepper one, prepared just for you, man
Call me daisy bell, cause it's bell pepper two
I bell-ieve you can C that it's that's bell pepper three
Quarter to five I'm on a bell pepper spree
The carolina ghosts from before still singing
So much fucking bells that my ears keep ringing
Walking up the kitchen, asking for a sample
I'm like imma chop it up, give yo ass an example
It's Nancy Roberts, It's Sean McNair
It's god damn art, it's like love is in the air
The best thing that I found in my fridge redefined
So fresh, red, lush, sweet, perfectly designed, oh
Bell pepper, bell pepper, I must remind you though
That every song I'll pick a brand new favorite fo' sho'
By that I mean a new fruit or vegetable to add
And if you think that I'm bipolar or something too bad
I'll keep adding more and more until perfection
This the kinda recipe you add to your collection
Cookbook of ideas, nothing left to borrow
Preparing for the feast, gonna add some more tomato
Either from a can, either if you caught me pasting
Every little piece is being used with zero wasting
Here comes the tasting- What the fuck you mean?!
Are you really screaming at me for not adding some beans?! (No no no I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please!)
What the fuck is your problem?! It's all the same encounters
Like five Gordon Ramseys sitting right over the counter
Huh? You tryna tell me that you missing some salt?
I could've just invited more of you, you'd still say it's fault
It's insane how narcissistic, just how unrealistic
Your demands get every time, what a shit characteristic
If I was a Bell Pepper, you'd still judge my abilities
To make a good salad under zero capabilities
I'm not even talking about any of the guests
Cause the Peppers in my head, they really put the test
There be ghosts in this apartment, saying go to the department
Grab a gun, point it to your head and load up the compartment
And if you won't do that, well you got another choice
Grab a few Bell Peppers, make a salad of rejoice
So I vowed to myself, as I lay another bell
They will either die tonight, or I'll submit myself to hell
[Outro: Alex, Sammy]
You're constantly waiting... You're constantly waiting... to push that Avocado, you're constantly- you're constantly waiting... on eating Bell Pepper... You're constantly waiting...
To either finish the salad or shoot yourself in the head
