"Smörgåsbord"

Watch official visual at: http://www.basementmade.com/video/clifton-beefy-smorgasbord/ Prod.Mix.Rec. @Michael-Alan-Cooper Lyrics. "This is a kids song. For all them little tike rappers. Haha. I like to eat, eat, eat, rappers in my stanzas I like to eat, eat, eat, rappers in my stanzas I'm a perc popping animal, fake rapper cannibal Fly muhfucka man, I think I need a can of dope And you softer than a Danimal I'll eat your brains out like a half cantaloupe [slurp] I'll take yo ho and elope Dive in her pussy like a cannonball (pewwww) I'm painting all these hos, call me Michelangelo And if you talking shit, you get a fist to the mandible This cheetah on my hip will leave you running like an antelope If you use a metronome, suck all on my testicles (yea) You looking for that Beef boy, I'll snap you like a vegetable Your flow generic, so off brand Roundy's I could take your skin and wear it but I know I'd be embarrassed Little hater, you can do a line of Anthrax All that petty bitching boy, you need a pack of Tampax I like to eat, eat, eat, rappers in my stanzas I like to eat, eat, eat, rappers in my stanzas All these wack little rappers, calling themselves lyricists. You softer than Drake, and faker than Wiz I could eat your best free when I'm taking a shit You a candy ass rapper like Flo-Rida and Pitbull Faceass backwards and sounding like shit bull (ugh) Man, rappers these days are so unoriginal It's a lot of Ace Hoods over Sonny Digital Welcome to the smorgasbord, I'ma hit on every syllable This 6O8 aboriginal is about to sick the chillest flow And when I'm finished, I'ma lick my digits And make your bitches clean all my dishes I'm a bald headed killer, you can call me Riddick I'm the illest in the city and I don't think you get it Ho I'll rip your heard out, and fry it with some kielbasa Flip it, toss it, mix it, til that shit look like a picnic I'm too explicit for the critics When I spit it they fa-fa-figit It's terrific how non-existent real rap is without Clifton If it's a written, good riddance You're a pussy, are you kitten? I eat these rappers in my stanzas And I'll be shitting at any minute It's a lutefisk brain dinner, Silence of the Lambs This that northern country grammar Eating herring out the can boy I like to eat, eat, eat, rappers in my stanzas I like to eat, eat, eat, rappers in my stanzas Haha, yea these rappers think they hard? [Belch]"