Serve ’Em Up

[Commentary: Trials]
Servin' up some glorious, fantastic motherfucking cookery, son

[Scratches: ADFU]
"Yup, and I be ready to serve 'em up—
Yup, and I be ready to serve 'em up—
Yup, and I be ready to serve 'em up—
Yup, and I be ready to serve 'em up"

[Verse 1: Vents]
All right, it's like
I will not fold under pressure (nah)
Roll with the punches, strong beyond measure
Search for the treasure, big up the horror
Lot of men suck up their dick for a dollar
Uh, blue collar, white collar, why bother?
Regrets in the past and the fear of tomorrow, so I
Live like I'll never die
But I'll die like I never lived, negative
Thought process that give to stress
And thoughts in your mind must invade the French
It's like God and the Devil in a game of chess
Take your best shot, Satan I ain't impressed
Generation, why am I pacin' the room
Starin' at the walls and waitin' for the boom?
Pray for your doom and it's painless
No such luck, you get fucked in the anus
What?!

[Scratches: ADFU]
"Yup, and I be ready to serve 'em up"
"Check it out" "That's right"
"Yup, and I be ready to serve 'em up"
"Check it out" "[?]"
"Yup, and I be ready to serve 'em up"
"Check it out" "That's right"
"Yup, and I be ready" "No doubt"
"Yup, and I be ready to serve 'em up"

[Verse 2: Vents]
All right, it's like
Spend your health to get cheddar
(Then what?) Spend your wealth to get better
Get a job, motherfucker, whatever
Tough like stingray leather, the era
Gold, I never fold is said in bold
Fuckin' with the Vents One and you gettin' told
Too cold? Better zip up the jacket
I'm sick like Brian on the cigarette packet
Thirty-four, this is murder galore
Search for the last durry on the dirty floor
Real raw, reservoir dog for sure
Drop shit real heavy like toilet door, uh
Therefore get back down to biz
And don't play this round to kids, you better bounce to this
ADFU, grab the fader
"Yup, and I be ready", catch ya later, peace