Cooking

.32 ya i am cooking in the morning biscuits eggs and sausage listen to this

 

message on my phone damn i just drop the butter on floor someones at

 

the door i need to go pour me a glass orange juice and produce some more

 

tracks like i am flipping some flap jacks about to collapse from my blood

 

pressure whenever pressure starts to get out of wack like i am slipping on

 

wax i go sit down try to relax or else i am probably gonna have a panic attack

 

now brain all whacked out trying to change routes feel the impact hope i don't

 

blackout like my cat when shes taking her nap you think she was a big fat rat

 

asleep all curled up on the mat like a big ass trap ready about to snap attack

 

ya like a dog you think she was a damn hog she growl so damn loud blow a

 

hit in the air like i am sleeping on a cloud in my chair i finally start to prepare

 

my toast turn up the dial like my rival in a bridal that's got his own rifle for

 

survival toast and jelly mixing really well on my bread like my name is red

 

you herd what i just said never mind let me read this thread damn Internets

 

dead i guess ill just eat my toast eggs and bread instead while i listen to this

 

beat laying down on my bed.