What more could you ask for? The crazy bread? You complain about school. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the spread. I'm rappin' to the pepper, And I'm gonna move your repr. Bright, entertaining, yummy, like a toast Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a ghost. I can't take the school, can't take the salt. I woulda tried to skip I guess I got no fault. I'm rappin' to the repr, And I'm gonna move your pepper. Yea, yaz, in a Wales state of mind.