[intro - spit it]
It's spit it a.k.a cookie monster
Eat ‘em now
I got a lot of munchin to do before the night
And I ain't got time to taste
So lets eat ‘em

[spit it-verse one]
You wanted some butta ta be ya toast toppin’
You said you need mustard to put on your moms stuffin’
You ain't that slim aiight, (huh)
You need a gym and diet , (nah)
What makes you thin is if you eat sometin good this time
You always say you tryin, foods always on ya mind
no sharing it at parties yo,jeliton on tits and thies
maury’s on in five, u wanna watch inside
sum fat like dat make you wanna run outside
you stutter everytime, munchies for every guy
but sayin “it is mine!”
your just obsessed wit pies
you know you cant find a small ounce ta slice
your wait is way over, find sum more food to ingest and dine
they say u over sized, cuz u eat too much fries
And these pounds build up on ribs, your just a woppin size

[chorus 2x - spit it]
You wanted sum butta
Ta be your toast toppin
You said you need mustard
to put on your moms stuffin’
You say ur startin ta feel sick
But you neva stop chompin
You been consuming a long time
And you still eat muffins

[spit it-verse two]
Damn rolly, in highskew you were a man, rolly
Now these tits strapped on ta you?
You got the sickest orange chedda, when it come to tha shredda
And if we give you some candy, your gonna eat it in seconds
Now rollies show in that swetta, I think he cant get-up
Once he sits on the leatha,he cant lift his head-up
He looks shook,every ten seconds he gets reda
He gonna eat up that chocolate, and that’s why he’s a fuckin heffa
Believe me, pull out some chips, he'll get his old shoes wet
Droolin’ out suds prepared ta go and chew-it
weights not reducin’ take his mouths plug-out
Cuz he’ll talk slow and dumb if he eats some grub-now

[chorus 2x - spit it]
You wanted sum butta
Ta be your toast toppin
You said you need mustard
to put on your moms stuffin’
You say ur startin ta feel sick
But you neva stop chompin
You been consuming a long time
And you still eat muffins

[verse 3]
He aint no honcho, he aint no congo
He aint that thin man, he is just big,big
He has no ancles, he has some kancles
As soon as he moves he becomes weezy
There’s no muscle baby, he’s snackin on cheesies
He’s eaten what you eat wit bites he’s just greesy
Buy any meats, partner, he gonna eat miccy deez
If you get him clothes, make sure that they’re king size bed sheets
You want him ta stop eaten pig-meat, now?
He’s dropping out dung the same size as lil bow wow
What you know about pada’s and cocoa listerine?
Equipped with light kissis, of marsh mellows and sprinkle things, huh?

[chorus 2x - spit it]
You wanted sum butta
Ta be your toast toppin
You said you need mustard
to put on your moms stuffin’
You say ur startin ta feel sick
But you neva stop chompin
You been consuming a long time
And you still eat muffins