[Verse 1: The Pillsbury Doughboy (Freshy Kanal)]
(Yo) I'm Poppin’ Fresh out the oven. (Hoo hoo) Better show some respect
'Cause I've haven’t seen such a weak little so-called “threat“ (Since when?) since your cousin from Shrek
You bring half-baked raps when you're up on a mic. (Yeh) Not even Brick would wanna stomach your lines (Oh!)
Looking like what Chucky eats for lunch in my eyes. There's not a single crumb of Passion in your Crusty design
You fought a bong with a lighter; but ain't as high as your writers, now you're boutta be the buddy that is getting smoked, boy
Getting the guns ready and raining the Funfetti; so don't you ever question why they call me Dough-boy
I could watch Paula Deen on TV for an hour 15: it'd be a more scary movie
Only Got Milked for a couple sequels, and this cookie-cutter chump couldn't bag Gary Busey

[Verse 2: The Gingerdead Man (Michael Stark)]
You can take that whole verse and shove it up your croissant. Kid, you’re… dead
Your whole company and personality’s soulless, and that's coming from a ginger... bread (Ugh)
You’re the yeast of my problems. (HAHA!) So now you got my anger rising
Wanna piece of me? (huh?) Start biting. You got such wack raps, call you Vanilla Ice-ing
I'll cut! Cut! Cut as fast as I can! Better Run! Run! Run, baby Marshmallow Man
I'll smack the fuck! Fuck! Fuck outta you, man! And watch your gut! Gut! Gut get poked from the knife in my hand
So don't fuck with Findlemeyer
It’ll feel like an oven when I'm spit this fire
I'll tarnish you worse than some mother Smuckers could
Lyrical evil never tasted so good (HAHAHAHAHA!!!)