ONION - Intellectual

[Chorus: Sammy]

I hate onions, I really really do

When I see onions, I wanna know who

Made onions, in the first place

If I ever find them, they will disappear without a trace

[Sample: Alex]

(You're constantly waiting- You're constantly waiting- You're constantly waiting- You're constantly waiting- You're constantly waiting-)

[Pre-Chorus: Sammy]

I hate onions, I hate onions

[Chorus 1: Sammy]

I hate onions, I really really do

When I see onions, I wanna know who

Made onions, in the first place

If I ever find them, they will disappear without a trace

I hate onions, I really really do

When I see onions, I wanna know who

Made onions, in the first place

If I ever find them, they will disappear without a trace

[Verse 1: Sammy]

I hate onions yeah I hate em so much

If you eat onions, then you must be outta touch

You can fight me bitch, get in the onion ring

And I don't want any garlic so won't you go ahead and swing

In the kitchen I be working every day they fucking lurking

Carolina ghosts inside of me, the plate is always jerking

Full of juice, from the salad the onion and every part

And if I add another piece this shit is gonna fall apart

How fucking bloated is the salad gonna get

Still gonna keep going, put it all inside a net

How fucking bloated is the salad gonna be

More than the LPs created by BiteIsMe

More bloated than EDP full of them cupcakes

The mental capacity of Alex's uptakes

You stupid fat fuck, better eat this salad

Onion for a brain got you talking invalid

[Chorus 2: Sammy]

I hate onions yeah I really really do

I'd rather turn Tinion and eat my own poo

I'd rather turn nightsparta, not even eat

This onion bitch getting kicked to the street

This onion bitch getting kicked out the lunch

You can tell I don't like onions quite a bunch

But I'll still add them in, with ham

God damn, I slam it like bam, you better know It's Sam

Oh, I hate onions, it's the one thing that I can't tolerate

Aside from my fucking uncle, and the british pound to dollar rate

I can barely buy more vegetables, hope that he just doesn't come back

I wreck the kitchen once again, with little gain, cause I keep adding more to the stack

[Verse 2: Sammy]

And I'll keep adding more 'till the salad is complete

And it better be spicy and a little bit of sweet

A delectable treat, I ain't missing not a beat

Add another piece of meat, lay it down on the sheet

Cover it in egg whites, then slice a few tomatos

Preheat the oven and cut a new batch of potatos

Wrap it in lettuce, grate cheese, fry oil, (oh shit!)

I spilled water the floor, there's no way I can sit

I gotta keep adding more, there's no way I'm gonna quit

So I throw a towel, and spit into the sink

And a plate falls out the dishwasher with a clink

And it breaks on the floor, and I dropped a pickle

And a shard's in my leg blood starting to trickle

But it barely tickles so I just keep fucking going

Then oven is burning the peppers but I ain't throwing 'em

Smoke alarm, cucumbers on the floor

I'm just trying to breathe, it's a salad war

No juice to pour, I drank it all before

And stress ate M&Ms I cannot recall

How I devolved into madness and clay canals

More rage than Alex tryna add Paperpals

400$ worth of groceries

It's like PMSing with no ovaries

How fucking bloated is the salad gonna get

Got less water, than buckets full of sweat

The house smells like burnt coal and cigarettes

Glass on the floor hints back to regrets

Pour me a beer, cheers

Getting so damn near to crying onion tears

I ain't even cut not one onion here

I'm so fucked up, now it's getting severe

[Chorus 3: Sammy]

I hate onions, I really really do

When I see onions, I wanna know who

Made onions, in the first place

I would kill them and eat their corpse, but in this case

I will find them and confront

Mother earth smoking a blunt

Puffing away, laughing at me like always

And this same onion laughter still echoing in Jack's hallways