[Verse 1: Rap-rock male lead, rapped hard, hard kick and snare] Fourth of July on Coney Island and the mustard's in the air Twelve-time champion is sweatin' in a folding plastic chair I'm a nobody from Yonkers with a jaw like a machine Sixty-eight in ten minutes, fastest hands they've ever seen Belt goes on, the crowd goes nuts, the announcer's screamin' my name Then the sponsor hands me paper and he says there's more than fame Lifetime supply, son, we deliver to your door And I'm grinnin' like an idiot, I never wanted more [Hook: Rap-rock male lead, huge shouted hook, chugging palm-muted guitars] Be careful what you eat for Every Monday there's a box outside my door Sixty franks a week and they keep on sendin' more Be careful what you eat for [Verse 2: Rap-rock male lead, rapped harder, heavy bass] Week one, I'm a king, I'm on the grill for the whole block Week six, I'm stackin' boxes in the hallway, and they don't stop Week ten, I can't look at mustard and I can't look at buns My girl says the place smells like a ballpark, and she runs Freezer full, the bathtub full, the closet full of meat Every dog in Yonkers followin' me up and down the street Called the sponsor, said please, man, I'm beggin', make it end He said lifetime means a lifetime, and we got a lot to send [Hook: Rap-rock male lead, huge shouted hook, chugging palm-muted guitars] Be careful what you eat for Every Monday there's a box outside my door Sixty franks a week and they keep on sendin' more Be careful what you eat for [Bridge: Rap-rock male lead, palm-mute release, guitars wide open, rapped loud] So I bought a rusty food cart with the prize money I had Parked it by the shelter where the line goes round the pad Now the box comes Monday mornin' and by Monday noon it's gone Every hungry kid on Warburton knows my name and knows the song Mustard on my apron and a trophy on the cart Turns out eatin' wasn't talent, givin' it away's the art [Verse 3: Rap-rock male lead, rapped hard, hard kick and snare] Next July they call me back to come defend it on the stage I said give it to the hungry kid and let him earn the page I already won the lifetime and the line is out the door Sixty franks a week and I don't eat 'em anymore [Final Hook: Rap-rock male lead, huge shouted hook, guitars wide open] Be careful what you eat for Every Monday there's a box outside my door Sixty franks a week and they keep on sendin' more Be careful what you eat for [End]
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