[Intro*]
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? Why don't you try it? Take a batch already
[Verse]
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 than my Velcro shoes
So who's coming to chill with me and caterpillar later?
Mix something with the sheesha 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 Im 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
*Explanation*
The intro is taken from a 1950s Aunt Jemima TV commercial for pancakes.
The clip depicts the classic out-dated perception of a woman working behind the stove in order to feed her husband and children. Even though Ashnikko does reference feeding her men throughout the song, this intro stands in stark contrast to the first line of the song in which she makes sure to differentiate herself from her conservative parents while declaring her independence.
