Sass Pancakes

Dont compare me to my parents
My choices are my own
Cooked em up in my cauldron
Thats where all my moneys blown
And the potion made me do it
God damn, what was in it?
Your rapper boyfriends tongue
And a carton of Popeyes spinach
Rep the borough and the Baltics
I tried to be the nicest
Leave me stuck in between
With an identity crisis
And I might just bite dust
**** around and try to write up
A dollar for a date just to compliment my type but
You throw out that slut word, thats so old news
You boys are easier to use then my Velcro shoes
So whos coming to chill with me and caterpillar later?
Mix shews with the juice just to catch you gaters
You tater tots on my block
Dont throw like I thought
Talking bout your third eye like these rap robots
And sorry Im done
Im c**king my gun
Showing off and blowing shade cause its fun
So listen my son
Hold your t**s when you run
Try to keep up
And dont cry when its done
And Im sweet
Maple syrup on the beat
Force feed you sass pancakes every day of the week