it didnt look like pie to them
they came in from the east
but as the punch was free
it was a go to join the feast

the bitches dressed all different
wore hoods to stand the heat
they were moving in a trance
in sync and slightly off the beat

the east dont wanna split
they keep their table for the night
a set of rules to feel inside
never go far, dont leave the hive

but punch be sliding fast
so stuff would start to look like pie
and they would blend in with the tribe
and find companions for the night

this the new cuisine
this the new cuisine
this will make u lean
this the new cuisine

the salt stones were presented
they were rolled out after dark
a climax countdown made the mark
the packs of dogs would start to bark
the east were first to lick
as they were guests coming from far
and had been greedy at the bar
now midnight called them to the spar

the stones were lined up 5 in all
and human sized so tall
pointing to sky for not to fall
fat crystals calling to the ball

the east stepped forth with gloomy eyes
to late to make escape
they walked up to the stones of salt
stretched out their tongues and licked their faith

this the new cuisine
this the new cuisine
this will make u lean
this the new cuisine