Gastro Grit

In my pantry, ain't no fancy spread Straight-off-the-clearance, bread almost dead Got them canned goods, vintage like fine wine Labels faded, but for that price, they'll shine [Verse 2] Check the dates, they're borderline crime But my wallet's thin and I'm still gonna dine A little mold can't scare my grind Trim the edges, it's cheese sandwich time Expiration? More like a guideline Serving up plates, they questioning it Friends at my table, they tasting it Looking at me, like, what's this hit? Gourmet or not, man, that's the trick My kitchen's lit, but the food's a miss Called up my boys, told 'em take a sip They shake their heads, sayin' 'Man, just quit' I'm like, it's fine, it's an experimental dish My cooking skills, yeah, they pleading the fifth Spilling the sauce like it's a myth Guzzle Pepto, like it's champagne fizz Stomach's doing flips, but that's just the biz Got them pink pills popping, no glitz, no ritz When you eat like this, you sign up for the hits [Verse 3] Digest system on a rollercoaster dive Feeling queasy but we still survive Five-star dining on a negative five budget Stomach's playing tough, but it's hard to love it Tossin' back Tums, it's a rocky summit Call it street cuisine, but don't you judge it