Breakfast Ghost Home Invasion (feat. YMRED)

Pumpkin pie and roasted spleen, milk and bread and gasoline Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Doesn't matter what I see Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey I just know I gotta eat your food Those burnt waffles smell real nice I'd like some with some gelatin and fishcakes on Ho ho I don't need an invitation, I can walk through your walls Breakfast table buffet with cereal and meatballs That stuff on your plate isn't gonna eat itself I crave for some blood pudding, I can't mistake that scent The graveyard shift has left me hungry as heck I crave some toasted fruit as a healthy sneck Don't be scared, I'm just deadly peckish Ha, ha, ha, ha It seems the kitchen has been cleaned out Maybe there's some stuff behind the trash can Oh, look, some prime rotten cabbage Ha ha ha ha ha ha Uh, so like, um Are you, uh, gonna finish that? Maybe? Gimme some toast Gimme some bratwurst Oh no, it seems somebody has left the fridge unlocked I better take with me all this cheese and ketchup before they go to bed Om nom nom nom Barbecued macaroni Frozen pastrami Pickled salami Fermented iced tea Boiled salad dressing (Hey, that sounds dope) Sun-dried calamari When you're out of normal ingredients, you gotta improvise Let's see what they have in the rest of this house for some brunch Yeah Fine shoe soles with garlic relish Deep fried ferns with mozzarella Silken curtains with salt and jelly Smoked carpet with shaving cream Delicious garbage bag pie Kitty litter mixed in a stir fry Smartphone circuitry pasta salad You can't be too picky when you're a phantasma Why would there be a ghost in the fridge?