Too much Food

Saving me for last but you better not eat me at all. Living in a fast food bag, making friends with the ketchup and salt. People say that i'm crazy for not moving on to better things; Instead i'm sitting around trash talking with the onion rings. But it's much too soon to leave this easy life, pass me the spoon, pass the analytical knife. Cause your about to get cut and get cut down. It's all about the wordplay, all about the sound in the tone of my voice. You gotta let me make my choice alone before my food gets cold. Better shut up or get shot down! It's all about the know how all just a matter of taste. Stop telling me the way i gotta play. You're putting too much food on my plate.