CHICKEN
Woke up today with my blunt half-ashed
Next to my face lay the sun half-mast
Clouds in my brain make my thoughts drag and lagged
Sit up, I need me a shit, shave and snack
I walked into my kitchen
Instantly started bitching
Realized I had no food except for last night's chicken
Ah shit, my stomach started itching
From its missing nutrition
I feel like I would get better fed if I was in prison
I went back to my pillow and gave in with submission
I sparked up the prescription, watched my vision start switching
My eyelid started twitching
Fired off my mental pistons
The friction sparked a suspicion
I think my roommate has food in the fridge
Up again, another expedition
Found some eggs, flour, oil, and cinnamon
Waffles are the composition of these additions
I cooked it with my roommate’s food, I could give two shits if she listens
I took the whisk and started whipping
Until batter bubbled and glistened
And then I added Mary Jane, but just a smidgen
I poured it on the griddle, flipped it over to the cooking position
Now I just wait for that red light to start flickering
I had like 5 minutes to kill so I wrote this written
I'm telling you I do this everyday, I praise it like religion
It's repetition of my cognition
I got ammunition of description that can put any competition into disposition
The griddle started clicking and I was on that bread like a pigeon
I stacked ‘em up, topped ‘em off with hot chicken
Melted syrup and peanut butter all over
Yeah I'm gross, I don't care about your opinion

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Yeah this morning I had Chicken & Waffles
I ate my roommate’s food, I'm fucking awful
Ain't nothing safe in your fridge, I'll take it hostile
Chicken & Waffles
Chicken & Waffles
Yeah this morning I had Chicken & Waffles
I ate that shit up gobble, gobble, gobble, gobble
"Where the fuck did my food go!?"
I dunno it's a fossil
Any other breakfast is impossible
Chicken & Waffles

WAFFLES
Welcome to my rap
This is a word of art
Welcome to my rap
This is a word of art
Welcome to my rap
This is a word of art
I'm trying to take you out your seat
Make you feel what I feel when I make the beat
I’ll make ya recite the lyrics that I speak
Welcome to my rap
This is a word of art

I spend my free time reading the dictionary and thesaurus
That's why my verbal Pictionary remains enormous
I’m stuck inside of time like the relics of a tourist
Remember my name, I'm aiming for the Forbes list!
Chicks give me so much neck I'm like a brontosaurus
Life out in Oregon is gorgeous
From Crater Lake to Eugene to Portland
Coffee in the morning is important
Chicken & Waffles, no more porridge
I'm with the Auraria lights soaring
Step into my mind, I'm foreign
Trained myself to not be human that's boring
God-like aura in everything I'm recording
Now tell me what the fuck doesn't rhyme with orange?!
I moved on from smoking weed, now I'm snorting
All of these chords and keys
Focused on only the important things
I been through a lot of shit so I got the coarsest skin
I like to sit back and sip some porous gin
I’m agnostic but when I rhyme the Lord is in
I’m spitting all this holy holy
Creature flow like a Rollie pollie
I eat beats like ravioli
I shoot and score against a goalie
Solo, shot no need for a bogey
Most rappers today are like society, phony
I reside in a box that's smoky
I step outside, my eyes are rosy
My skin meets sunlight, I look snowy
I spend a lot of time inside, making trophies (Haha, Whoo!)
I’m toking all this dope on the low key
I move slowly
I rolled a Back and sparked a G
Cotton, mouth from the botany