Hey, what´s that? Well, those are apple rings, this is pancake batter and that´s sausage Hey, that might be pretty good! Pretty good? Why don´t you try it? Take a batch already
Don´t compare me to my parents, my choices are my own
Cooked ´em up in my cauldron, that´s where all my money´s blown And the potion made me do it, god damn, what was in it? Your rapper boyfriend´s tongue and a carton of Popeye´s spinach Rep the borough and the Baltics, I tried to be the nicest Leave me stuck in between with an identity crisis And I might just bite dust, dick around and try to write up A dollar for a date just to compliment my type but You throw out that slut word, that´s so old news You boys are easier to use than my Velcro shoes
So who´s coming to chill with me and caterpillar later? Mix something with the sheesha to attract you gaters You tater tots on my block, don´t throw like I thought Talking ´bout your third eye like these rap robots And sorry Im done, I´m cocking my gun Showing off and throwing shade ´cause its fun So listen my son, hold your tits when you run Try to keep up and don´t cry when it´s done I´m sweet, Maple syrup on the beat Force feed you sass pancakes every day of the week
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