Sass Pancakes

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

Rep the borough and 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 then my Velcro shoes

So who's coming to chill with me and caterpillar later?

Mix shews with the juice just to catch 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 Im done

I'm cocking my gun

Showing off and blowing 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

And I'm sweet

Maple syrup on the beat

Force feed you sass pancakes every day of the week