Pancake Rap (Cook With Me Now)

Yo, yellow cheese, eggs, white pancake batter

Put a little bit up on the skillet when it starts to bubble flip it over with your spatula

Yeah yeah, that shit look like my breakfast

I gotta remember to flip the motherfucker over after cookin’ it for 30 seconds

Ladies love me; I got my OJ!

Everybody said to do another fast rap to this beat so I said “OK”

But I’mma speed it up real, real fast ‘til the whole damn bottle is gone

And I’m challenging Busta, Watsky and Twista, any of you rap kids: follow along. C'mon

Cook with me now, unh!

Cook with me now, unh! Unh!

I’m making pancakes

Cook with me now, unh!

Cook with me now, unh! Unh!

Fresher than a mufucka

Chris Brown broke up with Rihanna so he’s lookin’ for another silly idiotic ho that he can beat up

I wish that he was man enough to get inside the octagon: I'd kick him in the noggin like I’m Lyoto Machida

Front kick to the face just by me throwin’ my feet up

Winkin’ at Rihanna, baby please show us your D-cups

I’m givin’ it to the man, the cakes are stickin’ right to the pan

Your fate is imminent I’mma diminish it, got the weed to smoke to re-up

It’s done

That’s done

That cake is done!

Let’s go!

Gotta butter up another one and put it on the skillet, couple minutes ‘til it’s done-done

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with this kid, so tell Jerry Sandusky I’m gonna kill him with a stun gun

Come-come get a-get a-get a-get a crumb

Hit a spitta with a fit of venom when I split a drum

Take another visit in a minute where the menaces to society is In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida

You're Danny Devito when I belittle literally it’ll better you

Battling anybody with a better view ahead of you

Like bitter batter-batter I’mma hit you with an auto mo' battery

Bada-bing bada-bada-boom, boom!

I’m the king, better get a clue

Get offended when I’m sentimental and I spit at you

I’m thinkin’ about my rhythm, it's dope and much betta

These rappers think they’re animals: nope, it's Chuck Testa

Gotta get up, the economy's a little brutal to me, the dichotomy ain't suitable

I gotta go to Pluto for a little bit of comedy or something beautiful

There's nothing beautiful about this world

I'm gonna pucker up my lips to barf

Gonna choke a fuckin’ rapper in his hipster scarf

I’m never gonna put another piece of music out deliberately if it isn't genuine and grips the heart

Winter’s hard, so have some pancakes

Made by me mufucka

The Chael Sonnen of rap music

Enjoy your breakfast

Mac, Lethal. Biatch!