Change: whack,whack , Cause’ my chefs are random hobo’s I meet…
I don’t enjoy expensive food,
Carry-out never comes my way…
Why would it?
I’ve got bad taste,
Nothing tasty in my closet….
“Hungry again”
That’s how I always feel…
Eating ain’t
nothing great…
“Hungry again”
gonna shout
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