I dipped my balls in the lasagna
Got kicked out olive garden 
hoarding massive portions and breaking backs of servers like accordions 
Now my feet hitting the ground hardest
'Cause if they catch my ass
They putting me on sexual assault charges
Now I ain't gon lie 
That bread was pretty good but that mufukin' spaghetti was dry
That chicken was disease-ridden, think it was pink on the inside,
If I'd bitten, would have been delicious, but I'd be relentlessly shitting all night
and I can't diss the godly meatballs
No sus, but I was filling my jaw, maw to maw hitting the floor for the same cause
chef's applause
I don't want no beef, get me the chicken pastrami instead
Your competitor's chef be acting guady with bread when their dishes can hardly come to the flavor of the garden, go back to Arby's 
I could tell you endlessly 'bout the ectasy of eating edibly dubious Italian meats
Your acts of defiance will end in defeat
Every street meat in NYC getting bet against by the beat for beatdown
Meat clown, I call up like the image on the sheets now, 
Wiping up they mama's tears with the napkins they leave down, complimentary
I effortlessly end deceit with an Epi-pen in me 
Cause these raps so sweet 
I think I got diabetes by the end of beat 2
These fools through
So next time you want to fry up, call the warden
To put you on felony charges, crime: Dissing Olive Garden


This rhyme was written by TortilaRetreat, catch you later