Translation: Danny!. Food.
from all the F.O.O.D. I ate I'm on the road to be a true rhyme great This is the muthafuckin' F.O.O.D. [Chorus]
t stop me with divine intervention, no But you can catch me at the Rhymers' Convention, yo I'll be the guest speaker I'd be the best teacher I'd spit
I swear, no one else appreciates me I'm from the home of white tees, and geechies maybe I should call it a day, and put the mic away I'd like to say I
[Verse 1:] Dear Teresa I hope you get this letter You know I have to send it to an alternate address Because your man'll come across it And probably
grain-grippin', lane-switchin', bangin' the fifth Then I ain't really sayin' shit or D. Swain is a bitch But I ain't changin' what I spit until D. Swain
her that I'd meet her in the dorm room in four minutes Showed up, had the biggest surprise She's like, "C'mon guys, Danny said that he'd give us a ride
I fell I wish I never got that password from Miss Payton Man I wish I hadn't left Teresa waitin' I wish I gave a bigger plate of F.O.O.D. to my ace boon
it...c'mon now [Chorus: scratches by Danny] [Pharoahe Monch:] "Y-y-y'all know the name" [Danny:] "D. Swain" [Charli Baltimore:] "G-get it right" [Pharoahe Monch:] "Y'all...know" [Danny:] "D
ear is getting old, but I'm waitin' For the day that I'm famous I'll have fans in Alabama like, "Man, D. Swain is a genius!" Danny Boy, not the one to
to this I wish I knew this many people would've been on my dick, though It's making me sick, they're talking slick Yo you never thought I'd bust back
standin' in the doorway She said, "Danny boy, we can do it your way Give it to me daddy, I don't even need the foreplay" Now I COULD smash potatoes and leave But she'd
[Verse:] You mad at the last album, I apologize for it Yo, I can't call it, man muh'fuckin' Wyclef spoiled it Get a sense of humor, muthafuckas Can't
