[Intro: Humpty Hump (Del)]

This is a federal food fight

(You better know it!)

That means we're callin out all you kooks and crooks

(What?! We're about to rip this shit)

Oh, me? My name is Humpty Hump

(There's a party in here, baby)

I'm the original big-nosed rapper, baby

(You better get down with this, baby)

We're about to sling hot food all over this piece

(Just nothing but a food fight!)

Here we go, back in the house for the 9-whatever

(Foood fiiiiiggghht)

With the bacon and egg sandwich



[Humpty Hump]

You ain't bringing groceries, g

Your groove is getting rude over records

But can you sling the food like this?!

You better bite this

If you wanna make the people move like this

Chez wa, Allah, cheese burger

Flame broil base, my pickle make ya wiggle

You're busted, my mustard will wax your whole plate

By itself, not including all my funky condiments

Nod your head to this and DUCK DOWN

As I commence to lock and load a fresh cantaloupe

Yo, I'm illin! I'm slingin melons

Like the felons are slangin dope sacks

So max but I wouldn't stand so close up in the light

Either bring it or hide

Cause it's about to be a food fight!



[Chorus]

(You need something for the food fight!)

We hit you in the neck with a cheeseburger

(Gotta bring food to the food fight!)

Yeah, bruh, we hit you in the neck with a cheeseburger!



[Del]

It's classic

Slapping brothers with some lettuce from jurasstic

I counteract it with the Shock with ham hocks

>From brothers who might Tupac

Fifty-seven black [????] and lots of flows

Fat like hippopotamoes, still caught em though

In the face with excrements, peep my testaments

I bring the seasoning paprika

Eureka for the weaker, and smoke the reefer

Dribble up the funk in the beaker

And, yes, about to say ‘speaker'

It leaks in your ears and years ahead

I went to Japan and they was throwing pork balls

But I'm calling protocol, stooop!



[Chorus]

(You need something for the food fight)

We banked you in the neck with the cheeseburger

(Gotta bring something for the food fight)

Yes, we're slugging the chicken nugget to your grill

(You need something for the food fight)

Get ready, we're coming fetti with the groceries

(Gotta bring food to the food fight!)

Someone shoulda told ya, it ain't over till it's over



[Humpty]

Now if I am what I eat I hope I ain't a big couchie

Gotta substitute the ‘ouch' for the ‘ooch'!

If so, I hate to see my man Donnie O, he'd be a butthell

Substitute the ‘ell' for the ‘ole'

Actually, factually hella fools I know would be toe up

If you was what you ate, no fakin

My man Nate would be a plate of bacon

My brother Shock popcorn, and my cat would be a rat

My girlfriend would be some super sperm and things

My rich nigga Pac would be a lobster with hot wings

It's quite simple, if true that my temple is wrecked

I'd be some mushrooms and cognac

I'd be a pinto bean gravy smothered neck bone

Scrilla taker, vanilla wafer, baker, filler

So come on with your food slingin cause I'm ready

Bring it ­ SHUT UP! Nigga, sing it



[Chorus]



Bring the groceries