[Chorus]
Momma said you are what you eat - guess I'm monstrous
Big body, never skip his lunches
Everybody looking when I pull up to the function
You'd never make it in the Dungeon
Momma said you are what you eat - guess I'm beastly
If I drop another, then the whole team feasting
Everybody looking when I pull up to the function
You'd never make it in the Dungeon

[Verse 1]
Really entering the belly of the beast
Know my belly be on empty, so I'm sinking in my teeth
Now wе're barely being tеsted when we're stepping in the deep
But I can't just err on reckless 'cause who's rescuing the team?
Into Hell, turn it into Hell's Kitchen
Church bells ringing, no resurrecting the missing
The pockets as deep as wishing wells with no well-wishing
The whole team skint, so we learned to be self-sufficient
Sometimes it takes some pressure to cook
Read up the book, armour shining looking fresher than-fresher than fuck
Presentation's everything - the better the look and the smell of the grub
Then the bigger the benefit that you get from your lunch
It's a simple equation
Give me good food, and I'll be kicking their face in
'Cause proper nutrition's not to be scoffed at or wasted
Prolly lost in the sauce, there's monsters I've gotta be tasting
[Chorus]
Momma said you are what you eat - guess I'm monstrous
Big body, never skip his lunches
Everybody looking when I pull up to the function
You'd never make it in the Dungeon
Momma said you are what you eat - guess I'm beastly
If I drop another, then the whole team feasting
Everybody looking when I pull up to the function
You'd never make it in the Dungeon

[Interlude]
I know I probably shouldn't say this in like a life or death situation, but I've always kinda wanted to try this

[Verse 2]
Whether meal or mail, you'll see me polishing my plate
If you come between my food and I - an obvious mistake
'Cause I'm thinking with my stomach, not my noggin or my brain
Man, I'm volatile as all hell when there's nothing that I've ate like
Living armour, I'm out of my shell, I'm Kensuke
Dreaming even farther, I never had time for templates
Pressure weighs a ton with every step, it must be leg day
Heavy metal breastplate, you can bet I bench weight
Momma said you are what you eat, right?
Me - I must've eaten beef since I was knee high
Fishy motherfuckers really feasting at the seaside
Landing on my feet, you know I'm rolling with a feline
Big appetite, aptitude superlative
Your attitude is bad for you, cravings never conservative
Hack and slash are my services, every part has its purposes
Tasted this shit one time and haven't been back to the surface since
[Chorus]
Momma said you are what you eat - guess I'm monstrous
Big body, never skip his lunches
Everybody looking when I pull up to the function
You'd never make it in the Dungeon
Momma said you are what you eat - guess I'm beastly
If I drop another, then the whole team feasting
Everybody looking when I pull up to the function
You'd never make it in the Dungeon