New Cuisine -

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