Grilled Cheese Lyrics

Big .38, my spatula, Gucci apron, hot attire

Full on the competition but so hungry I can eat a spider

Cooking grilled cheese in two ways, eating you under the fire

My fire making hot bread & I'm hot Gouda, yall should retire

Burning down the industry, they couldn't even stay

Ruining your lives, I fucked the town like I'm glaive

Turned the town my own, 10 billion price for my estate

But damn, pshhh, that's nothing, 7 trillion everyday

I do not care for politics but my accomplishments running the game

I do not know what the problem is, you just a pile of shit, oh right, there's something wrong with your brain

Starting the apocalypse on my horses, shit won't be the same

My dick a bag of tricks but it ain't only for kids, just know I am gay

How Sway, how Sway, how Sway?

How am I always just this fucking great?

Murdering the game, feta, cheddar, put you on a grate

I can't believe it's not butter I'm wiping on your name

I can't believe on how fucking disgusting you taste

I can't believe if I cook it, I'm still not to blame

I can't believe they recalled your cheese back to the factory

I can't believe I'm eating the game under my flame

Big .38, my spatula, Gucci apron, hot attire

Full on the competition but so hungry I can eat a spider

Cooking grilled cheese in two ways, eating you under the fire

My fire making hot bread & I'm hot Gouda, yall should retire