Bread [Interlude]

[Hook: Z.E.K.E]
The best thing since sliced bread
I'm the best thing since sliced bread
They can't get me out they damn head!
They can't get me out they damn head!

[Verse 1: Z.E.K.E]
The best thing since sliced bread
Since the Horseman lost his damn head
Call me Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson
People's Elbow, like I'm a people's man
Some times I think that I am
Some days I think I'm just spam
Some days I think I have Squidward fans
I'm on demand like the infamous bread in a can
I'm flexible and tasty, can add, a miracle to me
And get whipped with knowledge and charisma
Not a WWE fan, but I'm the bomb, no Batista
What it do you beef patty rappers!?

[Hook: Z.E.K.E] x2

[Verse 2: Z.E.K.E]
I thought I told you, you can't stand alone in a Whopper wrapper without Jr.,
That's me, yeah, the bread
I'm in the basement and in the attic
Heaven and Hell, limbo, stripper pole addict
Bending over backwards and breaking backs
By stepping on lyrical cracks, giving out lyrical smacks
Hidden in these lyrical snacks, called musical tracks
Ignoring my phone when it rings because they just very annoying snapchats
Of my old high school comrades and bowling lads, probably bumping that new
Mainstream crap
If this doesn't incite a new Yik Yak
I may have to reiterate that I'm black

(Yes I'm black
Yes I'm back
Forget me, you can try but you will always fail at that) x2

[Hook: Z.E.K.E] x2