Humble Pie - Del The Funky Homosapien, Amp Live, Del the Funky Homosapien & Amp Live

This is the story about a piglet named Puny

Who didn’t like people

All the animals laughed at him

But everything changed when Puny met his new friend…

First day of school, I’m in the lunchroom

I’m drinking me some juice, right about then

This dude tried to move, me out my seat he said he wanted

Nothing I could do, it wasn’t cool

You’ll try humble pie

Yeah yeah, it serves him right

Sit down and eat a slice

You’ll try humble pie

That’s right, chow down

I’ma make you bow down

There’s a high road, but down you go

Never see the summit when you’re down below

You never get ahead when you’re keeping score

Gotta know your soul

Why you do what you do?

Why you do what you do?

Why you do what you do?

You should think about it

He fronted like the master of the schoolyard

Slammin' fools into lockers what we knew him for

He be whylin', they be askin' what do this for

He must be getting abused for not doing his chores

He take what he want like, «Gimme that»

Beatdowns, head cracks only thing he giving back

Somebody tried to stand up to him

In fact, got backhanded like, «whack» with the Dig’em Smack

He hittin' crack with an empty Coke can

Hiding from the principal, that’ll ruin his whole plan

He a mystery nobody care to solve

Now he damn near made me fall trying to snatch the chair I’m on

I’m looking at this fool like he must be dumb

But I’m ‘bout to educate his ass if he touch me once

He acted jumpy like something’s up

He rush, I duck, he tried to hit me with a sucker punch

Fucked his head, he said, «Come here, punk!»

I crouch, kicked him in the legs, his knees buckled up

He fell to the ground, I put my knee in his neck

The whole cafeteria’s seeing this shit…

You’ll try humble pie

Yeah yeah, it serves him right

Sit down and eat a slice

You’ll try humble pie

That’s right, chow down

I’ma make you bow down

Humble pie, now try a piece

That shit don’t fly with me, trying to act violently

You can’t beat everybody up, you ain’t the ruler

Sent to meet authorities, it’s drastic measures, you get booted

They introduce his parents to the school board

Continuation school is his new course

Pops damn near killed him with a brute force

Then paid the hospital bills, he sold his new Porsche

Moms packed her bags, filed for divorce

Took the kid with her, now pops is paying child support

The moral of the story so they don’t forget this

Wear the hat that fits you and don’t get too big for your britches…

Whoa-whoa-oh, doo-doo-doo-doo-doo…

Why you do what you do?

Why you do what you do?

Why you do what you do?

You should think about it