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
