[Chorus] x2 Inside peanut butter outside jelly 7 days of the week 7 different chevys Black SS wit tha top blown off Fuck with them boys get ya top
I know a girl who thinks of ghosts she'll make you breakfast, she'll make you toast she don't use butter, she don't use cheese, she don't use jelly or
And Then I'll Penetrate Your Belly Your Blood Stains Mighty Bad I Wash It Off With Coast Now I'll Take My Jelly And Spread It On Your Toast No One Rhymes
Breakfast, black coffee, one slice of dry toast No butter, no jelly, no jam Lunch, just some lettuce, two celery stalks No booze, no potatoes, no ham
to his face now I can see out both eyes It's time for breakfast but I don't want eggs Just jelly and toast and bacon and legs If you try to diss that
baby Forever I'm yours, yours, yours, yours! Forever I am -- I can't stop thinking about you Yeah yeah yeah Why would I want to I like my coffee with toast and jelly
I know a guy who Goes to shows He makes me coffee He makes me toast He don?t use butter He don?t use cheese He don?t use jelly Or any of these He uses
I know a girl who thinks of ghosts She'll make ya breakfast She'll make ya toast She don't use butter She don't use cheese She don't use jelly Or any
MJG:] I got the fever for some ham hocks Hit the spot with hot spaghetti Some Kool Aid with three or four rolls and grape jelly The same old prejudice
somethin' to eat) But Wendys was closed, I was mad as hell I guess we'll go to Waffle House and get a Patty meal But them omelettes is the bomb, shit, toast with jelly
trees Gimme cute, the spice and the sweet Gimme righteous but not too much And a tender touch Gimme god and the holy ghost Peanut butter and jelly on toast
little fly lady bug Come and swing this episode wit more from up above With them Earl Jeans on fitting tight like a glove You little Cinammon Toast Crunch
P and Kiss in and out Mariah on the other line Baby I'ma come back Believe it'll come a time We belong together Like peanut butter and jelly Februaries
sold lemonade, In the 7th grade I was scalpin' tickets at the giants games, Now I am fame, That was out my reach like a flyin plane, Now it's close like jelly on toast
I tell you what I chose? Hot noodles made of poodles on a slice of garden hose And a rather smelly jelly Made of armadillo's toes The jelly is delicious
I cruise through the ghetto I drive slow I'm quick to buck a duck and I don't give a fuck about 5-0 A hard core life I toast to ex flaw therefore I live
pancakes and eggs, I ow you breakfast in bed oh baby and your orange juice sittin on the coaster. Toast on the side baby, strawberry and grape jelly.
of Folgers Pancakes and eggs, I owe you breakfast in bed, oh baby And your orange juice sitting on a coaster Toast on the side' baby, strawberry and grape jelly
