For the shorties!
doin’ it for the shorties…
For the shorties!
doin’ it for the shorties!
For the shorties!
for the shorties!

For the shorties,
gather ’round and let me tell ya somethin’
For the shorties,
can’t you hear them little stomachs rumblin’
For the shorties, yo,
y’all gonna eat that ragamuffin?
For the shorties,
let’s show the shorties some lovin’

C’mon, my name is Sir Loin, I been at this for a while,
I got four stomachs for only one stomach and mouth
That’s a little empty belly with a vacancy sign
kinda like close encounters of the charity kind
Ya got canned goods? just collecting dust?
Ya got meat, got fruit, got vegetables,
Only prerequisites that can set a bowl,
Get ya freak on at my freaky food festival,
Cold cuts a must, don’t even take bread crust
‘Cuz the shorties be begging, them beggars, they don’t give a…
They’s hungry, let’s face facts, they starve,
Feel a void in your heart, fill ya shoppin’ cart,

For the shorties!
For the shorties!
For the shorties!

Think at what’s at stake, look upon your plate,
If it’s a slab o’ steak, time to regurgitate,
Ya got a double chin, their little chins too slim,
Ya think it’s good for them?,
The little kids expose ribs,
Just think of all the shorties, can’t ya hear ’em cry?,
Paula, cough up that burger and fries
Hams on my left, double cans, Bob’s got high
Give to the hungry shorties, so the shorties won’t die
Stop the felon please, steady eating ham and cheese
Throw away your greens, you be pissing on a dream
Gimme all your onion rings, it’s a’ight listen,
A slice a pizza, it don’t matter if a bite’s missin’,
Prime rib, porkchop, porterhouse, it don’t stop,
My actin’ like hogslop, to the shorteez it’s a lot,

They been hungry since birth, so hand over your desert,
Open up your mouth, stick a finger down, it could be worse,
listen closely , gimme all your groceries,
Cuz a little baby’s screamin “man , I need a hogie!”,
“Somebody hold me, somebody console me, somebody boil me up a pot of pirogies!”
Think of what we’re facin’, all those little faces, c’mon let’s erase this… for the shorties,

(Check it out…)
For the shorties!
For the shorties!
For the shorties!
Doin’ it for the shorties, y’all.

Got crackers, got chips, got puddin’ cups
You’d be surprised what little shorties like to munch
Could be trash, could be mold, could be excrement
Could be a bag o’ old diapers, they’d call that lunch
Mayonnaise been out for a couple o’ days
Milk and corpses, scabs and eggs
Sweet bread, pig heads, horse heads too
Wanna drop it like it hot?
here’s what ya do;

For the shorties!
6-1-2 Wharf Avenue, what?
6-1-2 Wharf Avenue, what?

For the shorties!
6-1-2 Wharf Avenue, what?
6-1-2 Wharf Avenue

But please, no more canned yams, man,
We got more canned yams than we know what to do with,

MC Pee Pants in the h– I mean.. uh, Sir Loin’s in the house!
And I’m out!

Artist: Schooly D
Album: ATHF
Release Date: 2005