Munchies (feat. Mr.Goodbarz & Kyle Spevak)

I got the munchies like a mother fucker

Pouring cheese on my tits, and, my girl loves it

She loves it

I can't live with an empty stomach

Peter Pan peanut butter, man

This shit bussin'

I got the munchies like a mother fucker

Man, this can of soup is old

But, I have to trust it

Yeah

I can't live with an empty stomach

If you ever touch my plate

Man, I'm causing ruckus

Probably unlucky, I'm stuck with the munchies

My stomach is rumbling, some snackage I'm wantin'

Peel packets like onions, I'm only after one thing

So please proceed to keep them sweets on coming

Wanting, just to be comfy and stay cool

I grab a jar of chunky and cram my damn face full

Noob-fellas eat Nutella, but your man's faithful

Ungrateful for hazel, cause peanuts been my staple

No jelly, but I tell these, rappers on the telly

Can't expell me, at the deli, when I'm fillin' up my belly

Cause they tell me, that they sell cheese, but not the kind for melting

So I've gotta find a helping, the bottom line, I'm belching

All up in my mental, you'd find my rhymes essential

Dining on some lentils, diamond mind potential

Dying for some pretzels, added to my dinner plate

Thank god I've got a guy for ganja, but he finna wait

I got the munchies like a mother fucker

Pouring cheese on my tits, and, my girl loves it

She loves it

I can't live with an empty stomach

Peter Pan peanut butter, man

This shit bussin'

I got the munchies like a mother fucker

Man, this can of soup is old

But, I have to trust it

Yeah

I can't live with an empty stomach

If you ever touch my plate

Man, I'm causing ruckus

I felt it in the pit of my belly

With my wife on the couch

And, we were watching the telly

Nick-At-Nite, Dick Van Dyke

And, I wanted spaghetti

How long until dinner

It isn't ready

Whatev

All I was is a Slim Jim and Happy Meal

Five burgers from Five Guys, that would be a deal

A peanut butter fluffernutter grinder

From the corner shop

And, duck a la mode

With a side of pork chop

Hmmm

Maybe

Honey barbecue wings

They were a few of my favorite things

That and thick thighs in tight jeans

Girl, I could cover you in cherries

You can toss my salad

And, then eat my dingleberries

That'd be the literal shit

Make your way up to my taint

Then, use my dick as a toothpick

I'll watch you go until I blow

Cause, I got something for you

I heard you're hungry with the munchies

I can feed you too

Ooh

I got the munchies like a mother fucker

Pouring cheese on my tits, and, my girl loves it

She loves it

I can't live with an empty stomach

Peter Pan peanut butter, man

This shit bussin'

I got the munchies like a mother fucker

Man, this can of soup is old

But, I have to trust it

Yeah

I can't live with an empty stomach

If you ever touch my plate

Man, I'm causing ruckus