Breakfast Ghost Home Invasion (feat. YMRED)

Pumpkin pie and roasted spleen, milk and bread and gasoline
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Doesn't matter what I see
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
I just know I gotta eat your food

Those burnt waffles smell real nice
I'd like some with some gelatin and fishcakes on
Ho ho

I don't need an invitation, I can walk through your walls
Breakfast table buffet with cereal and meatballs
That stuff on your plate isn't gonna eat itself
I crave for some blood pudding, I can't mistake that scent

The graveyard shift has left me hungry as heck
I crave some toasted fruit as a healthy sneck

Don't be scared, I'm just deadly peckish
Ha, ha, ha, ha

It seems the kitchen has been cleaned out
Maybe there's some stuff behind the trash can
Oh, look, some prime rotten cabbage
Ha ha ha ha ha ha

Uh, so like, um
Are you, uh, gonna finish that?
Maybe?

Gimme some toast
Gimme some bratwurst

Oh no, it seems somebody has left the fridge unlocked
I better take with me all this cheese and ketchup before they go to bed
Om nom nom nom

Barbecued macaroni
Frozen pastrami
Pickled salami
Fermented iced tea
Boiled salad dressing (Hey, that sounds dope)
Sun-dried calamari

When you're out of normal ingredients, you gotta improvise
Let's see what they have in the rest of this house for some brunch
Yeah

Fine shoe soles with garlic relish
Deep fried ferns with mozzarella
Silken curtains with salt and jelly
Smoked carpet with shaving cream
Delicious garbage bag pie
Kitty litter mixed in a stir fry
Smartphone circuitry pasta salad
You can't be too picky when you're a phantasma

Why would there be a ghost in the fridge?



Credits
Writer(s): Nightmare Lyre
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link