Biggy Cheese Ate My Tomatoes

Intro

Biggy Cheese, Biggy Cheese, ayy (yuh)

Ha! World War '67, you crossed the line (skrrt)

You ate my garden, you ate my pride, uh-huh

Biggy Cheese, Biggy Cheese, listen up (listen up)

Verse

I marched with a tin can and a map of red rows, yeah

Trenches full of dirt, witnessed frost on my toes, uh

You showed up in a cape made of crumbs and bravado

Stole my harvest like rent, like you owned the whole barrio

Tomato vines hang heavy, I watered 'em with sweat

You rolled through with cheddar breath, left nothing but regret

You chewed through the treaty, swallowed the peace treaty

Now my sauce is empty and my kitchen's feeling needy

Big grin, little ethics, counterfeit crown

You played farmer at midnight and turned the farm upside down

Remember the convoy, the flags, the tattered crates? (ayy)

You raided my crates, ate my plates, demolished my plates

I kept receipts — seeds, soil, scars from the frost

You ate the future, Biggy, you ate the cost

Tomato juice on your whiskers, red like a scar

You parade like a hero but you busted my jar

Call it larceny laughter, call it gourmet theft

But I built those rows up from nothing, I planted what left

Now I'm carving out rhymes like trenches with spades

And the rhyme is a shrapnel that won’t fade away

You left me with vines and a vow in my throat

I swear on the soil I'm coming — take note, yeah

Pre-chorus

You thought it was funny, thought you'd feast in peace (in peace)

But a farmer without fruit is a beast without teeth (without teeth)

You counted the wins while I counted the loss

World War '67 — you picked the wrong sauce

Chorus

Biggy Cheese, you ate my tomatoes (you ate 'em) (ha!)

Biggy Cheese, you ate my tomatoes (you ate 'em) (ayy)

Biggy Cheese, you ate my tomatoes (to-ma-toes) (to-ma-toes)

Biggy Cheese, you ate my tomatoes (you ate 'em) (skrrt)

Verse

I paint you a wanted poster: grease-stained grin

Reward for the return of my harvest, cash and a tin

You hide in a bunker of crackers and processed dreams

While I remake seasons, plant new regimes

I got plans like gardeners with tactical hoes

Gonna siege your pantry, reclaim what you chose

Not with bombs but with seeds — watch my comeback grow

I'll flood the block with salsa until you overflow (ha!)

You took tomatoes like trophies, stacked on your shelf

Now the town's got a taste and they're calling yourself

A criminal of cuisine with a mouth full of crime

Every bite of my crop is a theft in my rhyme

I'll roast you in verses, sun-dry your shame

Turn your cheddar crown into a coupon with my name

You tried to dine on history, swallow the past

But every stolen meal has a bill that will last

I flip the narrative like soil, churn it, spin it

Planting witnesses everywhere — they saw you in it

From the gulch to the market, my shout gets loud

People point, they laugh, they call out the shroud

Biggy, you’re famous now, yeah, you made a mistake

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