letra de hotpockets - devon hendryx & enso sinatra
[intro]
when a hungry bunch shows up
when a hungry bunch shows up
when a hungry bunch shows up for lunch
what are you gonna pick? hot pockets!
(yoo!)
she make that mean hot pocket
can’t cook-
my god, mean hot pocket
generation y
enso, joe chill (yo, uh)
yeah, yeah (uh-huh)
she said, can’t cook, but she make a mean hot pocket
[verse 1: devon hendryx]
uh, yeah
they say, “there he go, that’s john doe”
unfamiliar territory, call that sh-t uncharted 2
‘charted 3, carter 4, kama sutra, calico
ka-kamikaze through that dough
i’m haulin’, b-tch, that k!llin’ flow (woo)
classic sh-t i’m workin’ for, sega saturn circus flow
d-ck her down and hit her with that deuce, b-tch, kurtis blow
man, you would think i sell blow
i got these white girls addicted to white girls, lesbians
mercy mercy me my, who gon’ save these children?
you ain’t got no options, no pheonix down in [?]
but guess who got that gameshark, stone face, cold heart
rick james, i’m rich, b-tch i spit flames like charizard
[?] game, my reach game, my wingspan, like oh god
d-ck game, like “oh god”, your b-tch came like four times, f-ggot
i smang that p-ssy out the f-ckin’ socket
b-tch can’t cook, but she make a mean hot pocket
[hook: devon hendryx & enso sinatra]
b-tch can’t cook, but she make a mean hot pocket
b-tch can’t cook, but she make a mean hot pocket
[verse 2: enso sinatra]
the definition slash epitome of a hater’s nemesis
vivid sinners to antidote potion [?] i’m a chemist
i could be shot, but it won’t leave the slightest of a blemish
i’m a god, and that is why these [?] victims step off my image
i could been in the building, when these n-ggas have rent due
seein’ through these lanes ’cause you black ain’t meanin’ that you tempted
i get on the beat, start flippin’ till i faint
with bank frauds, you n-ggas wouldn’t make a statement
i blank with a hot verse, won’t even have to think sh-t
i’m on my frank lucas chinchilla, cam’ron mink sh-t
i’m a fabricated glacier, titanic sink sh-t
f-ck it, ima stay up on my “it’s just not stick” sh-t
step on the ring of my stink sh-t, hit that b-tch with that deadlock
tryna get the [?] up, 1970’s breadbox
b-tch can cook in that good pus’, you can call it that hot pocket
c-ck back with a [?] and i can bone out his eye socket
[outro]
-that mean hot pocket
can’t cook, but godd-mn, she make that mean-
yoo!
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