Cereal Killer

I got a feeling I got a hunch
It ain't just for dinner, breakfast, or lunch
Twenty-four seven, even for brunch
He'll smash another bowl of Cap'n Crunch!
Can't deny this matter of fact
A sugar addiction man, he don't lack
A go-to meal or a midnight snack
He'll make a little room for Apple Jacks!
Cereal Killer, he can't stop, no, he can't quit
Cereal Killer, no self control his pants don't fit
No no no no no, his pants don't fit
Checks the cupboard for something to make
But he don't cook, no, he don't bake
Sugar high gonna make him shake
Yeah, several servings of Frosted Flakes!
Don't enjoy them hunger pangs
Heading for the kitchen step outta the way
Any damn time of night or day
Always in the mood for Special K!
Cereal Killer, he can't stop, no, he can't quit
Cereal Killer, no self control his pants don't fit
No no no no no, his pants don't fit
- Mind-blowing solo -
Don't want food stored in a can
Cardboard boxes, he's a fan
They pull up in a delivery van
With a weekly supply of Raisin Bran!
The drool is a sign he's ready to eat
Don't want veggies, he don't want meat
A personal record, an amazing feat
10 muthafuckin' bowls of Mini Wheats!
Cereal Killer, he can't stop, no, he can't quit
Cereal Killer, no self control his pants don't fit
No no no no no, his pants don't fit
Even his favorite sweats don't fit
No no no no
Cereal Killer, he can't stop, no, he can't quit
Cereal Killer, no self control his pants don't fit
No no no no no, his pants don't fit
Even his favorite sweats don't fit
No no no no no no no no no!