[Sasha]
Boy, it must be hunger
Boy, it must be love
Had enough your chick'n legs
Still I can't get the taste out my mouf
Whai is it about your cookin?

[Cream Paul]
It's got the cruddy, cruddy taste.

I'm stickin' to fast food, boy
(Well i'm a playa not a cooker and I'm def'nitely not a baker
Makes the nasty, crusty grub)
I rather have fast food, boy
(So girly, try to understand, that a man is just a man
Not a culinary chef)
I'm stickin' to fast food, boy
(Blessings couldn't help this pot, so I think I better stop
Let's go out and get our grub)
I rather have (yes I rather have) fast food
(Girl, this man cannot cook. Girl, this man cannot co-oo-ok)

Girl - a neva want ta attempt to cook string bean in casseroles
A call the number to The Wing King and order girl
It make my gut hurl and make my stomache twirl
And makes the little bit of taste buds in my mouf ta curl
Pot after pot you taste the food that could you harm
Girl, i think they use this kinda cookin' at the farm
I knew somethin' went wrong because that's the alarm

[Sasha]
I'm gone to Chili's
[Cream Paul]
A true it shouldn't even be fed to stray dogs
[Sasha]
You don't know how to cook no (Foooooooooood)
[Cream Paul]
i and i ave no time for the oil ta fry
[Sasha]
Not even how to boil (wa-aaaaaaaaaaaaah-ter)
[Cream Paul]
a true me taste a little hint of bile
[Sasha]
I don't know why I...I eat your cooking
[Cream Paul]
[Ah, babygirl it must be love]

CHORUS

A bite of meat and whip cream, how's it dry, dry, dry?
A crusty soup and she ask the question "why,why,why?"
It's too chunky so don't even to attempt to try
It's a big liquid to be a pie, pie, pie
I won't try no more - Baby, that's for sure
But it's useful to use on the blind to cure
[Sasha]
I'm gone to Subway
[Cream Paul]
It's got the cruddy, cruddy taste.

I'm stickin' to fast food, boy
(Well i'm a playa not a cooker and I'm def'nitely not a baker
Makes the nasty, crusty grub)
I rather have fast food, boy
(So girly, try to understand, that a man is just a man
Not a culinary chef)
I'm stickin' to fast food, boy
(Blessings couldn't help this pot, so I think I better stop
Let's go out and get our grub)
I rather have (yes I rather have) fast food