this is pancake batter and that's sausage
that might be pretty good!
pretty good? why don't you try it? take a batch already
don't compare me to my parents
cooked 'em up in my cauldron
that's where all my money's blown
and the potion made me do it
your rapper boyfriend's tongue and a carton of popeye's spinach
rep the borough and the baltics
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
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
showing off and throwing shade 'cause its fun
hold your tits when you run
try to keep up and don't cry when it's done
force feed you sass pancakes every day of the week