Dead Kids

Feet on floor, head in fridge
Let me preach, let me teach
U something bout gluttony
Like locusts do in cotton field
Sausage, cakes, bit butter please
When I eat itz always customs breach
Itz heltah skeltah and I don't mean Sean & Rock
But tomato sauce n chuck
Toast n huck is just belly warm up
Followed by kebab n jelly donut
All I am is nasty ol' hog
Dat don't use fork n knife
I eat by hands all my life
I drown food in mustard n ketchup
N still got time 2 do some catch up
I bite, I chew, then I swallow
No matter if itz ostrich or some sparrow
My appetite is like big red arrow
N pharynx is no path narrow
Acids in stomach do their job well
So itz quickly empty like desert dry well
But guts are full after ten meals
Moving like inside they playin tennis
I'd like 2 rewind back this
So in toilet I'm givin birth 2 dead kids