You called me a baby chicken
Hot and super finger lickin'
But you can't have me, I'm not your poultry
You said I'm like a little nugget
Soft and sweet and full of lovin'
But you are dead wrong-
If I were meat, I'd be filet mignon
I am not a piece of food
I'm not that sweet, I can be rude
Don't call me cupcake, or honey pie
Pet names make me wanna f**ing die
If one day I become a muffin
If one day I become a danish
You'll want to taste me, but I'll be display-only
If one day you have got a sweet tooth
If one day I become a cream puff
You'll want to try a try a bite
But I'll be sprinkled in cyanide
You are under the impression
I'm your personal grocery
You're under the delusion that you're making the most of me
But each time that you call me pastry
You chip away at my agency