Hotpockets lyrics

[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 killin' flow (Woo)
Classic sh*t I'm workin' for, Sega Saturn Circus flow
di*k 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
Peep game, my reach game, my wingspan, like oh god
di*k game, like "Oh god", your b*tch came like four times, faggot
I smang that pus*y 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 goddamn, she make that mean-
Yoo!