[Intro]

(wah yooooo) We out here in amish muthafucka

Groovin on this mutha-bitch

Fuckin pizzaaaa

Meat out from planet Earth bitches

[Verse 1: Swag Bag Shag]

Pizza on pizza on pizza on pizza

I got yo bitch cookin she makin that pizza

I make her bend like the tower of Pisa

Fuck her so hard she gon sing like Aretha

R-E-S-P-E-C-T

That shit don’t mean nothin to me

Got yo bitch down on her knees

In the morning it’s time to flee

[Verse 2: Breakfast Cyclops]

Ay you know it’s the one eyed mastermind behind the breakfast gang Gandhi’s a hawk in human skin type shit

Breakfast Cyclops and you know that I don’t fuck around

Sizzling on this groove like an egg on the fucking ground

You know I don’t play

Got that real estate

A gorilla steak

On a diamond lake

With that China plate

Eatin salmon when it’s not in season

I ain’t got no reason

Before I’m leaving I’ll be cheefing

Like I’m Morgan freeman

Shawshank Redemption

Did I forget to mention

Breakfast Cyclops got that extension

[Freestyle: Speedball Jones]

Yuh

Speedball Jones

Comin thru with the penis-free freestyle

Fugidup quombide…

Quomide quimige quomeje

Yobade swabade quomidis

Quomide kremene komidis (yuh yuh)

Fuck it up

Awobidis arobede kwomede kwomidis

Yabagua achubadis

Aiyabedequimideqwombidis (uh) *bird screech*

[Verse 3: Breakfast Cyclops]

Y’all fuckers mean nothing like the state of Oklahoma

I’m like Fetty Wap without the fucking glaucoma

My bars are sick and this beat is gnarly

I’m like Lil Pump but I could pull iCarly

I’m a real nice guy and people think I’m amusing

But unlike Chris Brown I’m not into abusing

I’m running the scene on campus I’m the big man

Cuz unlike Lil Peep I can handle my xans

Drake out here acting like he chilling

Talkin about God’s plan when God's plan is me killin

Everyone is putting out shit that’s stale

And unlike Bobby Shmurda my ass ain’t in jail

I'm hitting that hyuck like my name is Goofy

Oh hey Ice Cube, hows family movies

I'm only on that premium I don’t smoke mids

And unlike Tekashi I don’t touch kids

[Verse 4: Code Red]

Yo

Code Red on the muthafuckin track

Free Niko

Yeah

I’m eatin up corn like I’m Jonathan Davis

Y’all better watch out because you can not slay us

We keep it 100 so do not betray us

The boys goin global we touring in Paris

Gringo$ on top and you cannot discuss

You know we stay loyal don’t fuck with this trust

Bitch I’m Code Red and I ain’t fraid to cuss and

I know my shit’s fire there’s no need to fuss

And to think you thought we were done

Alright, enough of that weak business

Let’s drop something actually hard this time

[Verse 5: Breakfast Cyclops]

I swear for just a minute

That you doubted we were in it

Imma push it to the limit

Like that frog that doesn’t ribbit

Or the flame that never got lit

Dick under arm is a cockpit

Or verbatim Benny koptik

And the cyclops never stops it

I am out here with that fucking omelette

Y’all fuckers crusty like a fucking baguette

I’m on a higher level and I’m running the game

I’m on a rampage to the top and y’all are gonna get slain

[Outro]

Get me with that chicken parm Yoda

This track is fire but it is over we are sorry

Only fucking spares