Prompt
A song from the perspective of the arrogant spirit of Pancake day, humble bragging and laughing as everyone celebrates it, proud of how tasty it is, how much better it is over any other breakfast, and how waffles doesn't have an equivalent day. It offensively roasts waffles, as in disses them. Lots of puns and words play. Style is catchy west coast gangsta boom-bap hip-hop with deep subwoofer bass
Sound
West Coast hip-hop, heavy boom-bap beats, deep bass, G-funk synths
Lyrics
Intro
(Bitch ass waffles) Bass drop
Yeah, it's Pancake Day motherfuckers
Time to show these squares what's up
Verse 1
Every February I come through and run this shit
Got people lining up just to get a little bit
Fluffy, buttery, I'm the breakfast king
While you sitting there with your dumb ass grid thing
Bitch I'm stacked up, got my syrup dripping slow
You ain't even got a day that people know
Square face looking ass, trying to flex on me?
I got centuries of history, can't you see?
Chorus
Where's your holiday at? (nowhere)
Where's your holiday at? (cricket sounds)
I said where's your holiday at? (nothing)
Bet you feeling real flat (damn right)
Verse 2
Your whole existence is a fucking joke
Trapped in boxes like you sitting there and broke
I flow smooth while you stuck in your depression
Each little square like a cavity depression
People flip for me, that's just how it goes
Your cheap ass frozen in the grocery rows
I'm international, bitch I'm worldwide
While you begging IHOP just to stay alive
Fuck your Belgian ass, you ain't special here
I'm the breakfast GOAT, make that shit real clear
Chorus
Where's your holiday at? (nowhere)
Where's your holiday at? (cricket sounds)
I said where's your holiday at? (nothing)
Bet you feeling real flat (damn right)
Bridge
I got Mardi Gras on lock
Got the UK going crazy non-stop
Even Catholics know I'm blessed
Before Lent, I'm the fucking best
All these other breakfasts stressed
'Cause my game puts 'em to the test
Solo
Heavy G-funk synth solo with bass drops
Verse 3
You can keep your stupid geometric flex
I'm the one that always gets the fucking respect
Got butter melting, berries on my crown
While your dry ass begging for syrup to come down
People celebrate me, that's a straight up fact
While you sitting there taking all these Stack Attacks
I'm the morning champion, straight up royalty
While you just a waffle, that's your harsh reality
Chorus
Where's your holiday at? (nowhere)
Where's your holiday at? (cricket sounds)
I said where's your holiday at? (nothing)
Bet you feeling real flat (damn right)
Outro
That's right, keep that grid shit to yourself
Pancake Day forever, everybody else... Bass fades
(Bitch ass waffles) Bass drop
Yeah, it's Pancake Day motherfuckers
Time to show these squares what's up
Verse 1
Every February I come through and run this shit
Got people lining up just to get a little bit
Fluffy, buttery, I'm the breakfast king
While you sitting there with your dumb ass grid thing
Bitch I'm stacked up, got my syrup dripping slow
You ain't even got a day that people know
Square face looking ass, trying to flex on me?
I got centuries of history, can't you see?
Chorus
Where's your holiday at? (nowhere)
Where's your holiday at? (cricket sounds)
I said where's your holiday at? (nothing)
Bet you feeling real flat (damn right)
Verse 2
Your whole existence is a fucking joke
Trapped in boxes like you sitting there and broke
I flow smooth while you stuck in your depression
Each little square like a cavity depression
People flip for me, that's just how it goes
Your cheap ass frozen in the grocery rows
I'm international, bitch I'm worldwide
While you begging IHOP just to stay alive
Fuck your Belgian ass, you ain't special here
I'm the breakfast GOAT, make that shit real clear
Chorus
Where's your holiday at? (nowhere)
Where's your holiday at? (cricket sounds)
I said where's your holiday at? (nothing)
Bet you feeling real flat (damn right)
Bridge
I got Mardi Gras on lock
Got the UK going crazy non-stop
Even Catholics know I'm blessed
Before Lent, I'm the fucking best
All these other breakfasts stressed
'Cause my game puts 'em to the test
Solo
Heavy G-funk synth solo with bass drops
Verse 3
You can keep your stupid geometric flex
I'm the one that always gets the fucking respect
Got butter melting, berries on my crown
While your dry ass begging for syrup to come down
People celebrate me, that's a straight up fact
While you sitting there taking all these Stack Attacks
I'm the morning champion, straight up royalty
While you just a waffle, that's your harsh reality
Chorus
Where's your holiday at? (nowhere)
Where's your holiday at? (cricket sounds)
I said where's your holiday at? (nothing)
Bet you feeling real flat (damn right)
Outro
That's right, keep that grid shit to yourself
Pancake Day forever, everybody else... Bass fades