City: Minneapolis/Disneyland
Crew: Grand Cooley
underfed@grandcooley.com

My name's UNDERFED ,
It's nice to meat chew ,
And now that we're acquainted could you spare any food ?
Not to be rude ,
But could I borrow a dollar ,
So I can head to McDonalds to get some food and some water ?
So I can look like a dude ,
Instead of lookin' like a daughter ,
I'm 140lbs. ,
Stand at five ten ,
Have dreams about food ,
They're breakfast in bed ,
Bread and say cheese ,
Pass the lunch meat ,
I bet shoe didn't even know that I'm a M.C. ,
Starved and hungry ,
Skinny and frail ,
I wish I could eat like a guy fresh out of jail ,
But that's not the case ,
The only case I need ,
Is a case of White Castle ,
And an order of chicken rings ,
That sounds delicious ,
Tasty at that ,
If rhyme'n was food ,
Then I'd be gettin' fat ,
As big as a whale ,
And larger than life ,
I'll tenderize a M.C. ,
I'll beat him with the mic ,
Consider myself full ,
But then I eat again ,
I'm lookin' at the stage like I'm entering a kitchen ,
What could I cook up ? ,
Or maybe create ,
I'm lookin' at food like a center fold playmate ,
I want to put it in ,
To fulfill my dreams ,
They call me UNDERFED ,
The one and only skinny M.C. and that's me ,
And all this talk about food is make'n me hungry .......