"Hotpockets" lyrics
Devon Hendryx & Enso Sinatra Lyrics
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
Uh, yeah
They say, "There he go, that's John Doe"
Unfamiliar territory, call that shit Uncharted 2
'Charted 3, Carter 4, Kama Sutra, Calico
Ka-Kamikaze through that dough
I'm haulin', bitch, that killin' flow (Woo)
Classic shit I'm workin' for, Sega Saturn Circus flow
Dick her down and hit her with that Deuce, bitch, 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, bitch I spit flames like Charizard
Peep game, my reach game, my wingspan, like oh god
Dick game, like "Oh god", your bitch came like four times, faggot
I smang that pussy out the fuckin' socket
Bitch can't cook, but she make a mean Hot Pocket
Bitch can't cook, but she make a mean Hot Pocket
Bitch can't cook, but she make a mean Hot Pocket
The definition slash epitome of a hater's nemesis
Vivid sinners to antidote potion in it, 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 lace victims step off my image
I could been in the building, when these niggas 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 niggas wouldn't make a statement
I blank with a hot verse, won't even have to think shit
I'm on my Frank Lucas chinchilla, Cam'ron mink shit
I'm a fabricated glacier, Titanic sink shit
Fuck it, I'ma stay up on my "It's just not stick" shit
Step on the ring of my stink shit, hit that bitch with that deadlock
Tryna get the [?] up, 1970's breadbox
Bitch can cook in that good pus', you can call it that Hot Pocket
Cock back with a fly verse and knock a bone out his eye socket
...that mean Hot Pocket
Can't cook, but goddamn, she make that mean...
Yoo!
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
Uh, yeah
They say, "There he go, that's John Doe"
Unfamiliar territory, call that shit Uncharted 2
'Charted 3, Carter 4, Kama Sutra, Calico
Ka-Kamikaze through that dough
I'm haulin', bitch, that killin' flow (Woo)
Classic shit I'm workin' for, Sega Saturn Circus flow
Dick her down and hit her with that Deuce, bitch, 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, bitch I spit flames like Charizard
Peep game, my reach game, my wingspan, like oh god
Dick game, like "Oh god", your bitch came like four times, faggot
I smang that pussy out the fuckin' socket
Bitch can't cook, but she make a mean Hot Pocket
Bitch can't cook, but she make a mean Hot Pocket
Bitch can't cook, but she make a mean Hot Pocket
The definition slash epitome of a hater's nemesis
Vivid sinners to antidote potion in it, 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 lace victims step off my image
I could been in the building, when these niggas 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 niggas wouldn't make a statement
I blank with a hot verse, won't even have to think shit
I'm on my Frank Lucas chinchilla, Cam'ron mink shit
I'm a fabricated glacier, Titanic sink shit
Fuck it, I'ma stay up on my "It's just not stick" shit
Step on the ring of my stink shit, hit that bitch with that deadlock
Tryna get the [?] up, 1970's breadbox
Bitch can cook in that good pus', you can call it that Hot Pocket
Cock back with a fly verse and knock a bone out his eye socket
...that mean Hot Pocket
Can't cook, but goddamn, she make that mean...
Yoo!
