How Does It Taste?

Written by Douglas Firestein

(Gonna take, take)
Gonna take your body
(Gonna take, take)
Gonna take your body boy

I wouldn’t have in my hand
What was in your mouth
Suckas always talking shit
When the ladies are around

You could use some class
Consider me your teacher
It’s time to go to church
So submit unto the preacher

Just cos I ain’t wearing
The holy cloth you’d expect
Doesn’t mean that I won’t
Subject you to something like this

Gonna take your body
Grind up them bones
Mix the powder in porcelain
Build me a new throne

Every time I take a shit
It will be straight on your face
So tell me now SUCKA
HOW DOES IT TASTE?!?!?!

(Shitty, whoa oh oh)
I bet It tastes
(Shitty, whoa oh oh)
Yeah, yeah it tastes
(Shitty, whoa oh oh oh)

It wouldn’t be my brand to
Inflict pain and stick around
So it’s time for me to split
Before sirens hit the ground

Some say they heard glass
Shattering into the ether
But they never found the body
Didn’t see me there neither

Just cos I ain’t wearing
The holy cloth you’d expect
Doesn’t mean that I won’t
Subject you to something like this

Gonna take your body
Grind up them bones
Mix the powder in porcelain
Build me a new throne

Every time I take a shit
It will be straight on your face
So tell me now SUCKA
HOW DOES IT TASTE?!?!?!

(Shitty, whoa oh oh)
I bet It tastes
(Shitty, whoa oh oh)
Yeah, yeah it tastes
(Shitty, whoa oh oh oh)