[Intro: BiteIsMe]
\nIdiot!
\n(Straight up exploded out the Filipino)
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\n[Verse 1: BiteIsMe]
\nIt isn't a Tomato, it ain't a jalapeno
\nThorns on it's head like the big steppers
\nThe ghosts of Carolina screaming bell pepper, bell pepper
\nSauces aside, the first ingredient
\nWhen the capsicum here, then you better stay obedient
\nI got my friends over to test my dishes
\nThank God Uncle Jack is out to swim with the fishes
\nGot it B.E.L to the L. then a space
\nThen a P.E.P.P, straight to the E.R. with this pace
\nIf I keep adding mayonnaise my vision might turn hazy
\nAt the dinner table screaming out "my turn daisy"
\nFighting over salad like bees over pollen
\nFaces all swollen look like Nightsparta's colon
\nPlan it in my head, still exasperating
\nTo know my plates all busy, still masturbating
\nPlease help me: A. The Salad, B. My Guests
\nC. I really need you to stop giving requests
\nEvery time you saying my audio cut out
\nI'm feeling like a [?] going fucking shout bitch
\nYou gonna be squeaking on my salad like a mouse
\nWho the fuck you in the stream, get the fuck out my house, tryna get it together
\nFucking hours on end, why the fuck am I with you this time that I shouldn't spend
\nYou know I've decided, this time around
\nI'll make a salad so good I'll be immediately crowned
\nThe king of appetizers, I ain't even dramatic
\nBut I went to drama classes and they told me I'm fantastic
\nNo lettuce made of plastic, no chicken like silastic
\nNo implants in my salad, now stop acting sarcastic
\nWalking on a fragile branch, gonna be so tasty
\nThat by the end, you won't even use the ranch
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\n[Verse 2: BiteIsMe]
\nNow it's back to the first thing I decided
\nWould fit the starter component that will make up the Salad
\nYou see, it's a base, long, crunchy and hard
\nBell Pepper is the only right choice for Bernard
\nAnd Koffdrop, Alex and Hywel
\nEvery other feature in the album will thrive well
\nOnly got five, well, at the time of writing
\nAnd five Bell Peppers is what I will be reciting
\nBell Pepper one, prepared just for you, man
\nCall me daisy bell, cause it's bell pepper two
\nI bell-ieve you can C that it's that's bell pepper three
\nQuarter to five I'm on a bell pepper spree
\nThe Carolina ghosts from before still singing
\nSo much fucking bells that my ears keep ringing
\nWalking up the kitchen, asking for a sample
\nI'm like imma chop it up, give yo ass an example
\nIt's Nancy Roberts, It's Sean McNair
\nIt's god damn art, it's like love is in the air
\nThe best thing that I found in my fridge redefined
\nSo fresh, red, lush, sweet, perfectly designed, oh
\nBell pepper, bell pepper, I must remind you though
\nThat every song I'll pick a brand new favorite fo' sho'
\nBy that I mean a new fruit or vegetable to add
\nAnd if you think that I'm bipolar or something too bad
\nI'll keep adding more and more until perfection
\nThis the kinda recipe to fuck with your collection
\nCookbook of ideas, nothing left to borrow
\nPreparing for the feast, gonna add some more tomato
\nEither from a can, either if you caught me pasting
\nEvery little piece is being used with zero wasting
\nHere comes the tasting- What the fuck do you mean?!
\nAre you really screaming at me for not adding some beans?!
\nWhat the fuck is your problem?! It's all the same encounters
\nLike five Gordon Ramseys sitting right over the counter
\nHuh? You tryna tell me that you missing some salt?
\nI could've just invited more of you, you'd still say it's my fault
\nIt's insane how narcissistic, so how unrealistic
\nYour demands get every time, what a shit characteristic
\nIf I was a Bell Pepper, you'd still judge my abilities
\nTo make a good salad under zero capabilities
\nI'm not even talking about any of the guests
\nCause the Peppers in my head, they really put the test
\nThere be ghosts in this apartment, saying go to the department
\nGrab a gun, point it to your head and load up the compartment
\nAnd if you won't do that, well you got another choice
\nGrab a few Bell Peppers, make a salad of rejoice
\nSo I vowed to myself, as I lay another bell
\nThey will either die tonight, or I'll submit myself to hell
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\n[Outro: BiteIsMe]
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