Are you full enough? Indeed.

Ain’t got enough cash to get yourself fed?
I don’t care if you got no bread
I’ll rock your crackers, I’ll rock tortillas,
I’ll rock those buns that go around your wieners
I’ll be last minute or I’ll be pre-planned
I’ll feed a whole lunchroom, make a picnic grand
On the roof of your mouth, I’ll make you say “Damn”
Now ya’ll get ready cause here comes the jam

Lunch
LUNNN NNNNCH
We’ll feed the multitudes
And that’s nutrition that you can use
Lunch
LUNN NNNNCH
We’ll feed the multitudes
And that’s nutrition you can use

I add a little something and my something is sweet
I’m like a dessert that’s okay for you to eat
As a meal. Or at least when mixed
With the protein powered powerhouse that can make some people sick
You think you’re allergic? Hey, yo, walk fast
We’ll cut your crusts off and then we’ll both laugh
Cause me and P don’t care if you think our mix is icky
We ain’t goin’ home until the wheels of steel are sticky

Lunch
LUNNN NNNNCH
We’ll feed the multitudes
And that’s nutrition that you can use
Lunch
LUNN NNNNCH
We’ll feed the multitudes
And that’s nutrition you can use

Wear this shirt: when you’re making mashups in your bedroom. No, it’s okay, we know our target market here.

Don’t wear this shirt: when eating a grilled cheese. It would be unethical.

This shirt tells the world: “Girl, you don’t love me. You just love my chunky style.”

We call this color: I Had One Lemon Rind And My Mom Got Scared, And Now I’m The Official Lunch Of Bel-Air

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