[Verse 1: Brittle]
I've got the edibles
The things that taste so good to eat
Word to the manila on your paper
It's the Brittle with a Cracker Jack caper
Now who said that I was off on my own
I did a Flintstone flip to a brontosaurus bone
Here goes the edible eats
Cos I eat sweets not steaks or meats
I got styles, styles, get it honey child
In it to win it for miles and miles
Through the speaker, sell the paprika
It's the sounds of the zeekers

[Verse 2: Cool Whip]
Oh golly gee bumblebee
Ring around the rosie a pocket full of hoes-ie
The hip hop scooby doo wop watch the drawers drop
Less the sign says stop
Ben was my friend to the end
Chucky wasn't lucky so here's your end friend
I test the chef, ate broccoli and rice
The newest to the new not the Old Spice
Mind over matter
It's got a two scoop loop, Betty Crocker made the batter
Poindexter flexed the track by Busta
With a little bit of salt from the Cracker Jack store
Still at will
Fulfilled off the skill for the jill by the jack
Misfire the mojo swing low string
Sing along as I bring along with a song
Sedated by the mate many might know
Yo, gotta go, gotta gotta go so
Signing off for the ending, but stick around
Cos the zeeker gots the sound
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