Ya'll don't know me and the taste I've aquired
I eat 'em up and then I spit hella fire
Cook 'em to perfection
You can call me gordon ramsay
rule #35 Don't call me a pansy

I eat pancakes until I'm chokin
(I)
Gobble 'em up and again I am broke an'
I hit up the bus stop , 's'how I'm getting home
But then I get back into the z-z zone

You can't stop a verbal god
Might as well call me jesus

This rap is disgusting
It aint too please-
- more dough than kitchen pan in heat
Time to serve the milk,
About Time I free the teet
(Noises)
So I mix up the batter and I add a little cinamon
Praying to god please never let me
sin again
Back in 86, I commited my first crime
Burn't a fresh cake then I saw a man die
Now the man ain't important
What is is my next line
If you ever burn I cake I swear on a dime I will
(Find your house)
Google Maps on this ish Imma
(Break down your door)
Robo cop on the switch Imma
( Ruin your kitchen)
Gonna Break ever dish

I'm a phsycotic animatronic sipping narcotics
like im a paranoid android breaking tectonic
plates debate the fact that im irate
(damn your stupid)
Can't stop me man
It's too late
Call me degenerate,
Son, I am unfallible
Like a kill bill syllable a symphony of animals
conducted my an evil mastermind, call 'him mister mime
He alwways used to look kinda shady, yo he smelled like slime

Food's a passion, a microwave asassin
got all the kids clappin, laughin, Like thy're addicts
Poppin pills leaning on the walls when they piss they draws
Like a plan of the Dawes of failing when I drop the bars
I crash cars, smoke cigars, and I stay bizzare
foods with the zimmerman, a kid who never got his cinamon
Getchur cake and your pan, hold the peter
Cooking is an art, Ya I'll see you at the theater...