Sass Pancakes

Hey, what's that?
 Well, those are apple rings, this is pancake batter and that's sausage
 Hey, that might be pretty good!
 Pretty good? Wait 'til you try it! There's a batch already
 Don't compare me to my parents, my choices are my own
 Cooked 'em up in my cauldron, that's where all my money's blown
 And the potion made me do it, god damn, what was in it?
 Your rapper boyfriend's tongue and a carton of Popeye's spinach
 Repped the borough in the Baltics, I tried to be the nicest
 Leave me stuck in between with an identity crisis
 And I might just bite dust, dick around and try to write up
 A dollar for a date just to compliment my type but
 You throw out that slut word, that's so old news
 You boys are easier to use than my Velcro shoes
 So who's coming to chill with me and caterpillar later?
 Mix something with the shisha to attract you gaters
 You tater tots on my block, don't throw like I thought
 Talking 'bout your third eye like these rap robots
 And sorry, I'm done, I'm cocking my gun
 Showing off and throwing shade 'cause its fun
 So listen my son, hold your tits when you run
 Try to keep up and don't cry when it's done
 I'm sweet, maple syrup on the beat
 Force feed you sass pancakes every day of the week
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