[ VERSE 1: Abdominal ]   Well hello and welcome   If you could wipe your feet on the doormat   Please, come in - oh Format...   We got company, where's my manners, let me take your coats   I hope you're hungry for some flavorful quotes   Which I whipped up myself, I'm really hopin that you like it   I call it the Abdominal Special, I eat a hype dish   Format? I think he's still in the kitchen   Slavin over platters, you know, cooking rhythms   Come again? Oh, he said that the beats are finished   I guess all that's left to do is just remix it   You say you wanna help, okay, how about you set the table   And what's this, a beautiful patch cable, for me?   Really, you shouldn't have   Please excuse me, I'ma just go and grab   A spare apron to keep your gear fresh   Format, where's the food, it's rude, we have guests      [ CHORUS: Abdominal ]   Dinner's served, so yo, come and get it   Abdominal and Format cookin up the splendid   Concoctions, explosions of flavor   Check the ill culinary behaviour   You need seconds? Yo, come and get it   Abdominal and Format whippin up the splendid   Delicacies, explosions of flavor   Check the ill culinary behaviour      [ VERSE 2: Abdominal ]   Okay, you're right here, and if you could sit there   Format needs the chair closest to the kitchen   In case he needs to fix the snare   Which I'm sure will be crispy enough   Ah-ah-ah, we're all hungry, but before we tuck   In and stuff our faces, we really must say graces   My turn, so here goes, Lord, thank you for bangin beats we lace   And of course the microphones that we rap into   Amen, that's through, so let's eat, pass the loops, bro   Soup? No, I said loops, so   Delicious with the fishes, nutritious   Servin roasted rapper, that's the first dish on my wish list   Just gobble it up, then proceed to lick the plate clean   Taste the cuisine whipped up by the great team   Of culinary experts, Ab and a digit   Between 3 and 5 followed by a non-shiny finish   For-mat for the punchline-inept   Keep eating cause there's tons of food left   Really, you just have to taste some home-cooked      [ CHORUS ]      [ VERSE 3: Abdominal ]   I got the feeling that everybody is ready for dessert to be served   But before I bring it out I got somethin to say first   Abdominal Junior, you will get nothing, young man   Until you finish those breaks on your plate   Cause all across the land there be starvin MC's   Who'd be happy to rock to beats like these   You should be a little bit more considerate   And think of this before pushing your dish away without finishing it   And while I'm at it, get your elbows off the damn console   Really, where's your manners?   I'm ashamed to have to scold you right in front of our guests   But you leave me no choice   I'm truly sorry that I had to raise my voice   But my son's behaviour simply inexcusable   And if I don't see some improvement soon, my fuse'll blow   Is that clear, mister? Good, I'm glad we understand one another   Now go help your brother Little Format   Clear the table, put the leftovers in some Tupperware   So tomorrow we'll have supper prepared   Oh what's that, you say you must be leaving?   Such a pity, what a lovely evening   Well, thanks for coming, we must do it again sometime   I hope you ate enough - of our beats and rhymes      [ CHORUS ]      (This mornin for breakfast I had bacon, egg and chips   three cups of tea, a man to smack me lips   I said to John me husband, "Ain't I gettin fat?"   He said, "Not really, love, I like ya like like that"   But he's kiddin, you know?   Why do I got to be fat?   Why have I got to be fat?   And then for lunch I had...)