Verse 1

Stepping to the plate, looking at the menu

Every single dish got a hidden agenda

Say it's a gourmet, say it's so divine

Look inside the bowl, yeah, I'm crossing the line

Spotted on the cap, hiding in the sauce

Taking over flavor like a tiny little boss

Order up a burger, order up a stew

Take a closer look, tell me, what do I view?

Chorus

No, I don't want 'em, keep 'em off my plate

Fungus in the food is a real estate mistake

Swerving round the spores, dodging every stem

Put 'em in the trash, I am done with them

Not on the pizza, not in the rice

Checked it three times, didn't need it twice

Verse 2

Earthy little texture, rubbery and damp