Two Sides to Every Toast

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