So your heart starts pumping and you think of a lie and you say that you already ate
And your friend says, "Man there's plenty of food," so you pile some more on your plate
As the stinky food is steaming your mind starts to dreaming of the moment that it's time to leave
You look at your plate and your chicken's slowly rotting into something that looks like cheese
So you say, "That's it, I got to leave this place, I dont care what these people think."
"I'm just sittin' here makin myself nauseous with this ugly food that stinks."
So you bust out the door while its still closed still sick from the food you ate
Then you run to the store for quick relief from a bottle of Kaopectate®
Old school rap is great. And you could probably (seamlessly) substitute "Skyline Chili" for "chicken", too.