Your mother's face with a side of sausage

You're a tadpole toddler rapping like he stepped on a Lego
A ballistic bullshit awful boaster
begging me to roast her
with your ego popping up like an Eggo waffle
up from within a burnt out toaster
Think fast and break fast, new words carving
my dick in your mouth now ending past starving
Let the true tunes bring back rock at last
while you're mom's sucking my cock for breakfast
Looking down at your mother sucking my slick dick
watching her chicken-head peer up
I'm like an ace as I'm covering her face
with my homemade semen syrup
Don't cry, its just a right of passage,
A night inside your mother's face on a date
with a slide of a sausage
on a plate with your fate