Serve ’Em Up lyrics

[Commentary: Trials]
Servin' up some glorious, fantastic motherf*cking 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 di*k 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 f*cked 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, motherf*cker, whatever
Tough like stingray leather, the era
Gold, I never fold is said in bold
f*ckin' 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 sh*t 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