ft. M. Ehem

(Verse 1)

Yo, I'm sittin' in my bunkbed, it's time to feast,

Got these crusty eats around me, yo, a buncha tasty beasts,

Crunchy on the outside, soft in the middle,

Can't resist the rhythm, now I'm trapped in this riddle.

Dough, pies, and pastries, the crust's the key,

So crispy and golden, it's just for me,

I bite down, hear the sound, it's music to my ears,

Satisfy my appetite, chase away my fears.

(Chorus)

Crusty eats, they got me goin' wild,

Flavors so fly, they make me smile,

Gotta get a taste of that crusty life,

Chewin' on the beats, like a lyrical knife.

(Verse 2)

I'm like a fiend for the crust, can't help my fate,

Always seeking for the crunch, I can't abate,

From the bakery to the pizzeria scene,

These crusty eats got me hooked, you know what I mean?

From the break of day, to the moonlit skies,

Gimme all them crusty eats, I'll take any size,

Like a sculptor with the dough, I shape my art,

Makin' masterpieces, baby, straight from the heart.

(Bridge)

Crusty on the outside, that's where it starts,

The crunch that keeps me rhymin', fillin' up carts,

Doughy satisfaction, a rap dedication,

To the crusty eats that fuel my imagination.

(Chorus)

Crusty eats, they got me goin' wild,

Flavors so fly, they make me smile,

Gotta get a taste of that crusty life,

Chewin' on the beats, like a lyrical knife.

(Outro)

So, here's to the crusty eats, keepin' it real,

Feeding my soul, my heart, and my zeal,

Like all 'them, I'm pissin' fire, line by line,

Crusty eats, you're the muse for my rhyme.

ft. Shay S Pierre

Upon a bedroom laid with care,

In sooth, a sight most wondrous fair,

A feast of crusty eats displayed,

A banquet for the senses made.

"O, hark!" I cried, as hand did reach

For crusty love, the gold of each,

Anon, my mouth did water much,

Longing for the tender touch.

"Pray tell, what be this delight,

That fills my heart with warmth so bright?"

Quoth I, as teeth met crusty skin,

And, lo, the taste of heaven within.

Forsooth, these crusty eats dost bring

The joy of kings, the heart dost sing,

As flavors dance upon the tongue,

And, hark! A melody unsung.

The rustic bed, with crust so fine,

A taste of olde, a drink of wine,

A symphony of flavors pure,

A gastronomic love demure.

A crusty pie with filling sweet,

Or savory, a wondrous treat,

The crispy edge, a dance of fire,

Of passion, lust, and true desire.

O, crusty eats, your siren call

Hath captured me, and I do fall,

Within your arms, a love to last,

The present, future, and the past.

So sing we now, a song of praise,

To crusty feasts, our hearts dost raise,

In moist morning's style, we give our due,

To crusty eats, forever true.