[Intro: Millie Lanford]

(Straight up exported, out the filipino)

[Verse 1: Sammy]

It isn't a Tomato, it ain't a jalapeno

Thorns on it's head like the big steppers

The ghosts of Carolina screaming bell pepper, bell pepper (bell pepper!)

Sauces aside, the first ingredient

When the capsicum here, then you better stay obedient

I got my friends over to test my dishes

Thank god Uncle Jack is out to swim with the fishes

Got it B.E.L to the L. thеn a space

Then a P.E.P.P, straight to the E.R. with this pacе

If I keep adding mayonnaise my vision might turn hazy

At the dinner table screaming out "my turn daisy"

Fighting over salad like bees over pollen

Faces all swollen look like Nightsparta's colon

Plan it in my head, still exasperating

To know my plates all busy, still masturbating

Please help me: A. The Salad, B. My Guests

C. I really need you to stop giving requests

Every single time you people come to my house

You be squeaking on the salad like a god damn mouse, oh

Why you fighting over Salt and Pepper

Argue bout the main dish bitch, get it together

I spend hours on end, just tryna make it acceptable

It's always so fine 'till you get to the vegetables

So I've decided, this time around

I'll make a salad so good I'll be immediately crowned

The king of appetizers, I ain't even dramatic

But I went to drama classes and they told me I'm fantastic

No lettuce made of plastic, no chicken like silastic

No implants in my salad, now stop acting sarcastic

Walking on a fragile branch, gonna be so tasty

That by the end, you won't even use the ranch

[Verse 2: Sammy]

Now it's back to the first thing I decided

Would fit the starter component that will make up the Salad

You see, it's a base, long, crunchy and hard

Bell Pepper is the only right choice for Bernard

And Koffdrop, (Michael), Alex and Hywel

Every other feature in the album will thrive well

Only got five, well, at the time of writing

And five Bell Peppers is what I will be reciting

Bell Pepper one, prepared just for you, man

Call me daisy bell, cause it's bell pepper two

I bell-ieve you can C that it's that's bell pepper three

Quarter to five I'm on a bell pepper spree

The carolina ghosts from before still singing

So much fucking bells that my ears keep ringing

Walking up the kitchen, asking for a sample

I'm like imma chop it up, give yo ass an example

It's Nancy Roberts, It's Sean McNair

It's god damn art, it's like love is in the air

The best thing that I found in my fridge redefined

So fresh, red, lush, sweet, perfectly designed, oh

Bell pepper, bell pepper, I must remind you though

That every song I'll pick a brand new favorite fo' sho'

By that I mean a new fruit or vegetable to add

And if you think that I'm bipolar or something too bad

I'll keep adding more and more until perfection

This the kinda recipe you add to your collection

Cookbook of ideas, nothing left to borrow

Preparing for the feast, gonna add some more tomato

Either from a can, either if you caught me pasting

Every little piece is being used with zero wasting

Here comes the tasting- What the fuck you mean?!

Are you really screaming at me for not adding some beans?! (No no no I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please!)

What the fuck is your problem?! It's all the same encounters

Like five Gordon Ramseys sitting right over the counter

Huh? You tryna tell me that you missing some salt?

I could've just invited more of you, you'd still say it's fault

It's insane how narcissistic, just how unrealistic

Your demands get every time, what a shit characteristic

If I was a Bell Pepper, you'd still judge my abilities

To make a good salad under zero capabilities

I'm not even talking about any of the guests

Cause the Peppers in my head, they really put the test

There be ghosts in this apartment, saying go to the department

Grab a gun, point it to your head and load up the compartment

And if you won't do that, well you got another choice

Grab a few Bell Peppers, make a salad of rejoice

So I vowed to myself, as I lay another bell

They will either die tonight, or I'll submit myself to hell

[Outro: Alex, Sammy]

You're constantly waiting... You're constantly waiting... to push that Avocado, you're constantly- you're constantly waiting... on eating Bell Pepper... You're constantly waiting...

To either finish the salad or shoot yourself in the head