[intro] (YEE-HAW!) Kick down the door in my snakeskin boots, Got a gold chain swingin’ and a mouth full o’ truths— I’m mad, I’m wild, I’m ready to ride, Got a cereal crime I just can’t let slide. ⸻ [verse 1] Walked in the kitchen, feelin’ all right, Box in my hand, it was Saturday night. Cracked that seal with a gleam in my eye— A tumble of flakes, but the Loops ran dry. Got two yellows, maybe one red, That’s all they put? Man, somebody’s dead. I don’t mean to preach or bust no caps, But this breakfast game? It’s full of traps. ⸻ [chorus] Square up, gangsta two-step, stomp that floor, Ain’t enough Loops? We gon’ settle this score. Got my crew in the barn and we ready to pop— Better fill that box ’fore we burn this shop! (Spin left, slide right, now clap two times) If you countin’ them Loops, better watch your dimes. ’Cause we don’t dance for no half-full pack— We storm that field and we take it back! ⸻ [verse 2] Used to be rainbows, now it’s all beige, Cereal lookin’ like it’s passed old age. They taxin’ the color, they shrinkin’ the size, But I see through that—ain’t blind to the lies. My cousin Earl got a theory to tell: “They usin’ them blues for a Fortune spell.” I said, “Nah, Earl, this here’s worse than sin— They rationin’ joy like it’s contraband in.” ⸻ [bridge] Steel spurs on, I ain’t here to play, Put the toucan on trial, lock him away. You fly too high, you escape the blame— But we know you behind this cereal shame. ⸻ [chorus] Square up, gangsta two-step, stomp that floor, Where my Froot Loops at? I want ten times more! From the silo to the shelf, better get it right— We raisin’ pitchforks ’fore the end of the night. (Spin left, slide right, now pop that hip) You skimpin’ on loops, then we sink your ship. We don’t take kindly to a box that lies— So ride, cowboy, and revolutionize! ⸻ [outro] So if you hear a beat that’s boots and bass, And see gold teeth in a banjo face— Just know we fightin’ for them fruity rings, In the land where the gangsta cowbell sings. (YEE-HAW, SUCKA.)
