Preheat your oven to 170 degrees.
Don’t be friskin’ and lickin’ ‘til it’s done motherfucker.
Commit to team supreme, keep mixing ‘til it befit,
And if it’s not light and fluffy, man
You ain’t nowhere near yet!
Mix it real good, we aim for sublime.
You want the wet and dry ingredients to only just combine.
Don’t overdo it, this ain’t no production line.
Rub your pan wit a bit a butter and get it hot.
Grab a quarter cup a batter, which you needs to drop
So use your grey matter, we don’t wanna burn
Don’t wanna sound bossy but you gots to learn
Now dip the temp – let it do its thang
when the bitch starts bubblin, flip ‘er over, hear her sing.
Lay back, ya dig? Wait ‘nother minute.
Keep makin pancakes till you gots no more batter left.
Ne’er let your pan dry out, keep it buttered baby.
The curriculum says it’s a minimum of 5 hours,
‘Til the cold dough can be ours.
So we can take the freeze,
Off our biccies.
Then line a couple trays wit bakin’ paper,
So nothin’ gets sticky.
But don’t get caught ridin’ dirty by them police patrollin’
Keep ‘erythin’ floured to keep them cops strollin’.
Roll it 5 mil high and cut ‘em out now
Lay ‘em on the tray and pop ‘em in the oven
‘Til’ they’re golden brown like my interracial cousin.
Then let the biscuits chillax on some wire racks,
And admire your tasty snacks.