[Verse 1]
Woke up quick (Quick), right at high noon
From all of the screaming that my viewers do
I never passed STAR_, that I must admit
I did the next best thing and I moved to Twitch
I made the streams that I knew would please
But it went downhill after one grilled cheese
And now that is all that I'll ever be
My career's all gone after one bad meme
I failed, no lie, and then left an impression
Now all my dreams are cheesy repressions
I came up with eggnog hoping it'd die
Now it's just worse (Fuck), worth a try
Then I let their dumb game play
I was making Elmer Fudd jokes all damn day
It was torture, torture, absolute brainwash
Nowadays I wish I left for Overwatch
Then before I knew it, I went too far
Making an item using Blender
I spent four damn hours on this shit
Only for the Source engine to force quit
It won't upload, just error beeps
Even Valve's got standards higher than cheese
I'm losing my mind and even sleep
Why did Minecraft viewers rise so steep?
[Chorus]
'Cause when FUNKe's in the hood, he always hard
Like metaphorically, not as in he's "hard"
Death's sweet embrace could not find better days
To come down, end this and sweep me away

[Verse 2]
Bored as hell, flippin' TV shows
When I see some face that I quite well know
Is that Gordon Ramsay in an Echo commercial
Teaching grilled cheese recipes? What the fuck is going on?
Panicking, I quickly run to my PC
And look for a place with no grilled cheese
Curiously, I hopped on Tumblr
And take a wild guess at what I see
​​funke.tumblr, thousands of notes
"I like grilled cheese" is the whole message that's shown
It was years ago by a faux imposter
If life is a Sim, then I think that it's broke
Blood pressure's high as my veins just throb
I broke down like a car and began to sob
I was bawling, weeping, life had come to an end
Elmer Fudd had became my only "fwend"

[Chorus]
'Cause when FUNKe's in the hood, he always hard
Like metaphorically, not as in he's "hard"
Death's sweet embrace could not find better days
To come down, end this and sweep me away
[Outro]
(Grilled Cheese) Are ya followin' me?
(Grilled cheese) I love you more than any other
I think I'm gonna make another
Bald-ass trippin', but it's alright
Hold me 'cause I want to fuckin' die, fuckin' die
Grilled Cheese, if you pwease