I'm makin Breakfast (etc.)

Niggas walk upto me and
They sayin' ish that's reckless
I say "you must be crazy,
or you didnt eat yo' breakfast"
I'll grab you by the necklace
It's too late to form a treaty
Chop you open, look inside you
See, you didn't eat your Wheaties

Hallow as a hollow gram
following the hollow man
Kevin's Bacon's what you'll be chasin'
until tomorrow's planned
Hungry and deplaned
you livin' in abject squalor
I have the hungry wretchedness
payin' their dying dollar

for these rhymes
I got the hippies at the whole foods
swayin' back and forth
like some fairies to some show tunes
I got flows like silk
and they go great on the plate
next to cereal and milk

I'm makin' breakfast (etc.)

Shout out to the lunch table
and the Chmakahoe tribe
I'm chief spicy buffalo
they helped me stay alive
I got the skill to kill
Avoid being lynched and boast
"You let him get away, Cleatus!
What the french, toast?""

coast to coast, I'm comatose
my flows are automatic
like the AK47 I found
up in Hitler's attic
I'm known to make soft skinned niggas
whine (wine) like grapes
And I'm known to make soft core niggas
flatter than crepes

I walk with abnormality
'cause i'm gimpy in the left leg
You walk like that because you missed
your coffee steak and eggs
I have a bowl of oatmeal forst I wear you out
like rags

"He got bananas in his pancakes!!!! WHAT A FAG!!!" -Bill Burr