Katy Perry, Migos
Who's worse? You decide
Music is dead!
I'm wrapped up like a chew toy
I'm still singing 'bout boys
Well into my thirties
This is my most cringe-worthy phase
Blue balls or Blue Apron
This song isn't well done
It's my third crappiest one
After Swish Swish and Ur So Gay
Real songs
Me not making faces
Is rarer than tartare
When it comes to subtle tea
I'm the culinary Jar Jar
Is this a Tasty video?
Or a tasteless food porno?
I'm the Pillsbury dough ho
You know you love
My hot doughy butt
You'll bust a doughnut
When I'm inside you (Huh?)
More wordplay
Yes, you knead this song
I'm like Stretch Armstrong
Feast on my toe-fu
(Is this supposed to be sexy?)
I need to be de-floured
My clam needs your chowder
Your filthy brain needs a shower
'Cause I'm not cursing technically
Gonna fuck your banana
If you get what I'm after
You would think I ate Nebraska
Because my shit is so corny
I'm the real Slim Shady
Welcome back to Pop Chef
Let's see what our judges have to say
Katy must be high
Has she lost her mind?
Using too much damn cheese
You could've used more thyme
The sexy piece of candy has matured
Into a horny foodie connoisseur
She told me this is Kobe, but it's tripe
But I have to say the melons do look ripe
Points!
I prefer a Katy ballad, that's about it
The missing ingredient was talent
Now she's wildin'
And tryin' to be a female DJ Khaled
And her Justin Bieber haircut disagrees with my palate
Thumbs down, not impressed
Surprised you didn't steal Lady Gaga's meat dress
Has anybody seen our waitress? No?
'Cause Migos needs separate checks
I'll call the chauffeur
This thing doesn't work
Now I'm super hungry
I guess I could just eat me
Besides, who really needs feet?
This song is all over the place
Made too many food puns
I've got food pun poisoning
Where's the vomitorium?
Oh god, I'm even sick of me
