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n.sδss – an ode to heinz baked beans lyrics

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yeah, yeah
ayo, you, it’s time
it’s time, you
straight out the crispy dungeons of rap

the bacon drops deep as does my egg
i love my breakfast almost as much as nutmeg
beyond the walls of bangers, life is defined
i think of it when i’m in a brit’s state of mind

put it on whenever and let the crackle
sing in the toaster
wake me up to the beat of chillwave
and imma battle kilgrave
t+dub was back in the club this past weekend
hope the keg got some peg
my nutmеg don’t like no dirty segue
run up to thе leg and get the bootleg

what more could you ask for? the juicy bacon?
you complain about blood pudding
but it’s coming down with the budding
at least somebody still speaks for the fraken
you wanna release the kraken?

well you’ll never know the truth
behind the rashers booth
i’m rappin’ to the tomato
and i’m gonna move your forego

got a movie for my marinade
that’s how i feed my soul
the world only have so much value
so i get my nutmeg and my yolk
and enjoy the show
and i’ll feed my soul in every way

tender, succulent, fresh, like a sausage
boy, you thought you were a bossage

but i’m rappin’ to the forego, can’t take the toast
i woulda come to your place for din+din
but i guess you got no host, tin+tin
when i was young my coach had a fraken
ain’t a soul alive that could take my coach’s kraken
he’s a jack daniels man, if he couldn’t get down

if my mom had a fraken i’d give it to my girlfriend
i would have the forego with torgo
he takes care of the place while the master is away
fighting the big gray stray rays

the bangers you can’t have
heck no, i ain’t shoot no game
in a man’s game, maybe
just give me a refill
’cause i don’t need the fame

ugh, yeah, you coulda had it
get me the bacon and i’ll rap it
i waz kicked out without no macon
i never thought i’d see that taken

a delectable mushroom is quite the h+llo
made for grilled bread, it’s quite delicious
but i prefer to be nasty
cause you like the pasty
pasties don’t make a nice mix
there wouldn’t be much egg
you might not even want it
a quick dab of banger
and some toast; that’ll fix it
the egg, the sausage and myself

d+mn, she’s prettier than me
she’s a billboard, as it flies by
this plate contains no eggs
our plates are empty except for the egg

we’re going to put it in the fryer
deep fried in a light and crispy batter
i’m struttin’ my new trail
i don’t believe any of this

you know what?

i’m the way
i’m the way
gangsta, i’m da bossage

i’m getting my banana for my biscuit
and slather it sloppily on the triscuit

oh yeah, and there’s also heinz baked beans. those are pretty good too

(uh, excuse me!)
…wait. hold on. what?
(uh, the baked beans were the whole subject of the rap.)
…oh
(yeah, you skipped over it entirely.)
..cr+p

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