Lyrics
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Microwave flow, beep-beep in the night
Hot Pocket dreams, but it never cooks right
Spinning like a carousel, plate on the run
Burnt popcorn smell when I'm hotter than the sun
Buttons all sticky, ketchup on the door
Timer at twelve, but it's stuck on four
Rap in the kitchen, appliance supreme
I'm the lord of leftovers, living in the dream
I got spaghetti on my face, ravioli in my hair
Screaming at the fridge like, "Yo, man, where?"
I keep trays dropping, milk carton rapping
Toaster jealous 'cause it's never clapping, yeah
Light bulb blinking, oven feeling salty
Microwave king, my flow is never faulty
Chilling in the pantry, breadsticks in the bin
Whistling when I spin, electric and feeling sin, yeah
Zap, zap, I'm a snack attack
Leftover lasagna, never coming back
Beep, beep, I'm a hot plate star
Plastic spoon mic, spitting from afar
Soggy fries, pizza flies
Lemon Tupperware, hear the cries
Fridge swing, cat do a dance
Electric vibes, put your food in a trance
Noodles on the ceiling, soup in my shoes
Microwave and the best lyrics I choose, yeah
Dishwasher hating, blender in the back
I'm freestyling chaos, y'all better step back