Artist: The Notorious F.A.T.: Flabby-Ass Thug
Album: Rauru at Large
Title: Fly Like a Pie
Real: "Calm Like a Bomb" by Rage Against the Machine

(Rauru sits at a Thanksgiving dinner table, covered with turkey skeletons, dirty dishes, etc. He wears a stained bib.)

(feel the funk fat)

(feel the funk fat)

Aw feel the funk fat!

Feel the funk fat!

Aw feel the funk fat!

Yum yum yum yum yum yum yum chekkitout yum yum yum

I be cookin' bratwursts and 'slaw,

My gastronomy, peerless

Gas grill returns to burn

Like bouillabaisse from Paris

Like veal from the furnace

I was born ravenous

This is the crispy bun

Born of the toaster's sun

Stroll through the kitchen and the dinner's remains

Same stomachs filled to bursting but with different entrées,

This glutton eatin' everything, leave nothin' but stains

Pick a chef on the globe, yet the meal is the same

There's a bun and a cake

A mutton to bake

There's a malt and a lamb

A lean pepper steak

There's a cranberry topping

A rump-roast of pork

A white tablecloth

A spoon and a fork

And the recipe's the rhyme of the unfed

Whatcha bake whatcha bake whatcha bake what?

Whatcha bake whatcha bake whatcha bake what?

Whatcha bake whatcha bake whatcha bake what?

Whatcha bake whatcha bake whatcha bake what?

We're fly like a pie

We fly like a pie

This ain't apocryphal

Feel my critical mass approach the table

Growls of the empty gut

Chow down! as long as able

The antipasto breadstick muncher

Yes I eat toast,

Hope lies in the smoldering char of burnt roast

Yes, back through the kitchen and the dinner's remains

Same stomachs filled to bursting but with different entrées,

This glutton eatin' everything, leave nothin' but stains

Pick a cookbook at home, yes the meal is the same

There's a bowl full of grits

Some corn on the cob

There's a boat full of gravy

The grill for kabobs

There's a scrap, a bone,

The stomachs that groan,

And the stained white bib that be feelin' like home

And the recipe's the rhyme of the unfed

Whatcha bake whatcha bake whatcha bake what?

Whatcha bake whatcha bake whatcha bake what?

Whatcha bake whatcha bake whatcha bake what?

Whatcha bake whatcha bake whatcha bake what?

Fly like a pie

Fly like a pie

Fly like a pie

Fly like a...PIIIIIIIE

Fly like a pie

Fly like a pie

Fly like a pie

Fly like a...PIIIIIIIE

Fly like a pie

There's potatoes and greens

A dinner to forge

There's a mess of leftovers

For refrigerator storage

There's a belch and a dirty plate

On the dining room floor

There's a right to eat light

And a right to gorge

There's potatoes and greens

A dinner to forge

There's a mess of leftovers

For refrigerator storage

There's a belch and a dirty plate

On the dining room floor

There's the right to eat light

And there's the right to gorge