An Ode To Heinz Baked Beans Lyrics

Yeah, yeah

Ayo, you, it's time

It's time, you

Straight out the crispy dungeons of rap

The bacon drops deep as does my egg

I love my breakfast almost as much as nutmeg

Beyond the walls of bangers, life is defined

I think of it when I'm in a Brit's state of mind

Put it on whenever and let the crackle

Sing in the toaster

Wake me up to the beat of chillwave

And imma battle Kilgrave

T-Dub was back in the club this past weekend

Hope the keg got some peg

My nutmeg don't like no dirty segue

Run up to the leg and get the bootleg

What more could you ask for? The juicy bacon?

You complain about blood pudding

But it's coming down with the budding

At least somebody still speaks for the fraken

You wanna release the Kraken?

Well you'll never know the truth

Behind the rashers booth

I'm rappin' to the tomato

And I'm gonna move your forego

Got a movie for my marinade

That's how I feed my soul

The world only have so much value

So I get my nutmeg and my yolk

And enjoy the show

And I'll feed my soul in every way

Tender, succulent, fresh, like a sausage

Boy, you thought you were a bossage

But I'm rappin' to the forego, can't take the toast

I woulda come to your place for din-din

But I guess you got no host, Tin-Tin

When I was young my coach had a fraken

Ain't a soul alive that could take my coach's kraken

He's a Jack Daniels man, if he couldn't get down

If my mom had a fraken I'd give it to my girlfriend

I would have the forego with Torgo

He takes care of the place while the Master is away

Fighting the big gray stray rays

The bangers you can't have

Heck no, I ain't shoot no game

In a man's game, maybe

Just give me a refill

'cause I don't need the fame

Ugh, yeah, you coulda had it

Get me the bacon and I'll rap it

I waz kicked out without no macon

I never thought I'd see that taken

A delectable mushroom is quite the hello

Made for grilled bread, it's quite delicious

But I prefer to be nasty

Cause you like the pasty

Pasties don't make a nice mix

There wouldn't be much egg

You might not even want it

A quick dab of banger

And some toast; that'll fix it

The egg, the sausage and myself

Damn, she's prettier than me

She's a billboard, as it flies by

This plate contains no eggs

Our plates are empty except for the egg

We're going to put it in the fryer

Deep fried in a light and crispy batter

I'm struttin' my new trail

I don't believe any of this

You know what?

I'm the way

I'm the way

Gangsta, I'm da bossage

I'm getting my banana for my biscuit

And slather it sloppily on the Triscuit

Oh yeah, and there's also Heinz Baked Beans. Those are pretty good too

(Uh, excuse me!)

…Wait. Hold on. What?

(Uh, the baked beans were the whole subject of the rap.)

…Oh

(Yeah, you skipped over it entirely.)

…crap