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[Verse 1:] Man Fuck rappin' 'bout a broad Rappin' 'bout a necklace Rappin' 'bout some sex, man I'm rappin' 'bout my breakfast So pass the coffee If Asher Roth did this You would probably give his ass a pass, get off me Softly Mix my flappy jacks with some sassafras and toffee Grab a tab of frothy Cheese for my broth, B Raisin oatmeal with the soy milk? Nah-uh I'd rather have the french toast, you want some Don't come, near my plate unless you want a severed hand And when it comes to cereal don't pick whatever brand, never man Them Apple Dapples is forever bland And the fake Alpha Bits got funny letters, damn You seen my cousin? This nigga makes the meanest English muffins Hit up the Krispy Kreme, bring a dozen Of them Cinnamon rolls, save one for dinner But for now, sausage and toast is for beginners You wanna get with D. Swain, then don't be rude with them Toaster Strudels If you're frugal with the food, nigga screw ya Letras de canciones[Chorus: x1.5] Muffins with the blueberry spread Cheese grits and scrambled eggs Did ya hear what I said? Save me some scrambled eggs [Verse 2:] One of the few fuckin' songs on this album with a hook A breakfast connoisseur, maybe I should write a book I'll give you hell if you ain't sellin' Belgian waffles The fuck is turkey bacon? Man I swear that smell is awful I like my hash browns scattered and smothered Battered and covered with diced ham and splattered with mustard I'm all about the fried potatoes, and sliced tomatoes And beans and rice but I don't even like to try the bagels This sunny side egg is lookin' like a cyclops D. Swain signin' off, I'll meet y'all at the IHOP From Letras Mania