(feat. Abdominal) 



[VERSE 1: Abdominal] 

Well hello and welcome 

If you could wipe your feet on the doormat 

Please, come in - oh Format... 

We got company, where's my manners, let me take your coats 

I hope you're hungry for some flavorful quotes 

Which I whipped up myself, I'm really hopin that you like it 

I call it the Abdominal Special, I eat a hype dish 

Format? I think he's still in the kitchen 

Slavin over platters, you know, cooking rhythms 

Come again? Oh, he said that the beats are finished 

I guess all that's left to do is just remix it 

You say you wanna help, okay, how about you set the table 

And what's this, a beautiful patch cable, for me? 

Really, you shouldn't have 

Please excuse me, I'ma just go and grab 

A spare apron to keep your gear fresh 

Format, where's the food, it's rude, we have guests 



[CHORUS: Abdominal] 

Dinner's served, so yo, come and get it 

Abdominal and Format cookin up the splendid 

Concoctions, explosions of flavor 

Check the ill culinary behaviour 

You need seconds? Yo, come and get it 

Abdominal and Format whippin up the splendid 

Delicacies, explosions of flavor 

Check the ill culinary behaviour 



[VERSE 2: Abdominal] 

Okay, you're right here, and if you could sit there 

Format needs the chair closest to the kitchen 

In case he needs to fix the snare 

Which I'm sure will be crispy enough 

Ah-ah-ah, we're all hungry, but before we tuck 

In and stuff our faces, we really must say graces 

My turn, so here goes, Lord, thank you for bangin beats we lace 

And of course the microphones that we rap into 

Amen, that's through, so let's eat, pass the loops, bro 

Soup? No, I said loops, so 

Delicious with the fishes, nutritious 

Servin roasted rapper, that's the first dish on my wish list 

Just gobble it up, then proceed to lick the plate clean 

Taste the cuisine whipped up by the great team 

Of culinary experts, Ab and a digit 

Between 3 and 5 followed by a non-shiny finish 

For-mat for the punchline-inept 

Keep eating cause there's tons of food left 

Really, you just have to taste some home-cooked 



[CHORUS] 



[DJ Format cuts up] 

(Actin ill) 

(Actin ill) 

(Actin ill) 

(The behaviour) 

(Actin ill) 

(Actin ill) 

(Actin ill) 

(Watch your behaviour) 



[VERSE 3: Abdominal] 

I got the feeling that everybody is ready for dessert to be served 

But before I bring it out I got somethin to say first 

Abdominal Junior, you will get nothing, young man 

Until you finish those breaks on your plate 

Cause all across the land there be starvin MC's 

Who'd be happy to rock to beats like these 

You should be a little bit more considerate 

And think of this before pushing your dish away without finishing it 

And while I'm at it, get your elbows off the damn console 

Really, where's your manners? 

I'm ashamed to have to scold you right in front of our guests 

But you leave me no choice 

I'm truly sorry that I had to raise my voice 

But my son's behaviour simply inexcusable 

And if I don't see some improvement soon, my fuse'll blow 

Is that clear, mister? Good, I'm glad we understand one another 

Now go help your brother Little Format 

Clear the table, put the leftovers in some Tupperware 

So tomorrow we'll have supper prepared 

Oh what's that, you say you must be leaving? 

Such a pity, what a lovely evening 

Well, thanks for coming, we must do it again sometime 

I hope you ate enough - of our beats and rhymes 



[CHORUS] 



(Ill) (behaviour) 



(This mornin for breakfast I had bacon, egg and chips 

three cups of tea, a man to smack me lips 

I said to John me husband, "Ain't I gettin fat?" 

He said, "Not really, love, I like ya like like that" 

But he's kiddin, you know? 

Why do I got to be fat? 

Why have I got to be fat? 

And then for lunch I had...)