Hannibal Buress - Versace Breakfast lyrics

[Intro: Frederick Scott] Damn damn, what the f** If you bad ? Damn damn damn what the f** If you bad ? Versace breakfast, eatin' eggs Everybody know, eatin' eggs I'm eatin' eggs, Versace eggs Love these eggs, they're so delicious [Hook: Frederick Scott] Versace breakfast Versace breakfast Versace breakfast Versace breakfast Versace breakfast Versace breakfast I'm eatin' ham, I'm goin' H.A.M. Versace breakfast y'all [Verse 1: Frederick Scott] See me in the coupe, Versace egg white Candy turkey bacon, cause I am eatin' bright I'm makin' oatmeal, I'm pourin' OJ Diamonds in my breakfast, my dentist is like, "Okay sir You have no teeth left" I'm like, "Shut up you hater! You're just jealous of my shoes made of alligator" I'm cookin' home fries in my morning robe Gucci bluetooth headset up in my ear lobe I'm callin' Martha Stewart, she said, "Whattup son?" I said, "You got any parsley cause b-b**h I ain't got none" She said, "Hold up a bit" and then she came right over Put the parsley in my hand then she bend over I am the greatest chef, Gucci applesauce Is your mimosa low? Let me top it off Let me top it off, let me top it off Is your mimosa low? Let me top it off [Hook] [Verse 2: Hannibal Buress] Scramble my eggs, Versace breakfast Prada Lunch, I don't eat brunch f** mimosas, no limit soldiers Duck hunt, f** c*nts, luck bunch What? Huh? I'm rollin' around in a cab The cab won't change the radio Put it on Hot 97 He got on NPR I don't give a f** about the news Put on some rap sh** I wanna hear some ignorant dudes Now I'm hearin' about some sh** in Syria Bummin' me out Take me home I gotta charge my phone My sh**'s on seven percent Drinkin' Delerium in the taxi and I'm gettin' real bent Just took a piss, New York City's tough Went into a Starbucks Didn't buy sh**, just hung out Rung out, thumbs out *incoherent mumbling* guns out *incoherent mumbling* my son's out! [Hook]