Nerdy White Kid Kills Look at Me Now

Yo, yellow cheese, eggs, white pancake batter

Put a little bit up on the skillet

When it starts to bubble

Flip it over with your spatula

Yeah, yeah, that shit look like my breakfast

I gotta remember to flip

The motherfucker over

After cookin’ it for thirty seconds

Ladies love me I got my OJ

Everybody said to do another fast

Rap to this beat so I said "Okay"

But I’ma speed it up real, real, real fast

‘Til the whole damn bottle is gone

And I’m challenging Busta, Watsky and Twista

Any of you rap kids, follow along! C'mon!

Cook with me now, unh!

Cook with me now, unh! Unh!

I’m making pancakes cook with me now, unh!

Cook with me now, unh! Unh!

Fresher than a muh'fucka

Chris Brown broke up with Rihanna

So he’s lookin’ for another silly idiotic

Ho that he can beat up

I wish that he was man enough

To get inside the octagon

I'd kick him in the noggin

Like I’m Lyoto Machida

Front kick to the face just by

Me throwin’ my feet up

Winkin’ at Rihanna, "Baby

Please show us your D-cups!"

I’m givin’ it to the man

The cakes are stickin’ right to the pan

Your fate is imminent, I’ma diminish it

Got the weed to smoke to re-up

It’s done, that’s done, that cake is done!

Let’s go! Gotta butter up another one

And put it on the skillet

Couple minutes ‘til it’s done done

Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with this kid

So tell Jerry Sandusky I’m gonna kill

Him with a stun gun

Come-come get a-get a-get a-get a crumb

Hit a spitta with a fit of

Venom when I split a drum

Take another visit in a minute

Where the menaces to the

Society is In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida

You're Danny Devito when I belittle

Literally it’ll better you

Battling anybody with a better

View ahead of you

Like bitter batter batter I’ma hit you

With an auto mo' battery

Bada-bing, bada bada boom, boom!

I’m the king, better get a clue

Get offended when I’m sentimental and

I spit at you i’m thinkin’ about my rhythm

It's dope and much better

These rappers think they’re animals nope

It's Chuck Testa gotta get up

The economy's a little brutal to me

The dichotomy ain't suitable

I gotta go to Pluto for

A little bit of comedy

Or something beautiful

There's nothing beautiful about this world

I'm gonna pucker up my lips to barf

Gonna choke a fuckin’ rapper

In his hipster scarf

I’m never gonna put another piece

Of music out deliberately

If it isn't genuine and grips the heart

Winter’s hard, so have some pancakes!

Made by me, motherfucker!

The Chael Sonnen of rap music

Enjoy your breakfast! Mac Lethal, biatch!