Now, this is a toast all about how My toast got flipped-turned upside down And I'd like to take a minute Just sit right there I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Toastay  West Kitchen born and raised On the counter was where I spent most of my days Chillin' out toastin' burnin' all cool And all toastin some b-bread outside of the sink When a couple of bagels who were up to no good Started making trouble in my Kitchen They got one little bite and my mom got scared She said 'You're toastin' with your auntie and uncle in Toastay I begged and pleaded with her day after day But she packed my butter case and sent me on my way She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. I put my jam on and said, 'I might as well kick it'. First class, yo this is bad Drinking butter out of a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Toastay living like? Hmmmmm this might be alright. But wait I hear they're undercooked, bourgeois, all that Is this the type of place that they just send this wheat bread? I don't think so I'll see when I get there I hope they're prepared for the prince of Toastay Well, the toast landed and when I came out There was a toast who looked like a PB&J standing there with my name out I ain't trying to get arrested yet I just got here I sprang with the quickness like margirine, disappeared I whistled for a jam and when it came near The license plate said toast and it had peanut butter in the back If anything I could say that this toast was rare But I thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo, toast to Toastay' I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the PB&J 'Yo homes toast ya later'I looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my toast as the Prince of Toastay