Nerdy White Kid Kills Look at 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!