(Verse) Children play, and grown-ups are afraid When they got a glimpse of something unknown Mistaken, with a beast, and put it with an M and R The man pronounced it, the ladies refined it, and called it MrBeast But children see it as more than a feet With a word that holds more meaning to it When the fields deplete and people are on their knees Begging for scraps, anything to eat (Pre-Chorus) Now you see the beast, with no shame to plead Spell it with an F when the stomach speaks (Chorus) They call him Mr. Feast, When hunger’s underneath Yarning at the beast, From sea to land, (devour on the plate) Every bite, becomes the sand, Spelled F-E-A-S-T with cap-a-tea (Verse) Now circle let’s around and play with Mr. Geed Before Mr. Feast partakes of Mrs. Greed Let’s just say he ain’t just a piece He’s a monster without a leash V-I-L-L-A-I-N that’s not compared to him Who is Mr. Feast? Just another beast Or a worker down at the boutique Perhaps the one with the corporate teeth
