All day long I rap about Potaydahs, deep inside the fryer there's a place that I miss, You know I stay Fly, Stay Fly like a G6, rappin' about taters from April to MARCH, now that spring has sprung all I want is STARCH, pass me the PAM and I'm a coat that PAN turn the heat up on the mic never out like a LAMB, DAMN I wonder what it be like to never rock rhymes this TIGHT, OH! tight like the space between 2 potaydERS when they about to get loving like I was a DICKTATER, Translator - translation, equator - equation { 2 + 2 = 4, ToTs + rhymes = MORE! }
...You don't like my rhymes Bitches I don't care, parlez vous francais I'm the pomme de terre, and I'm a tear you a new one, you all know why Fry NEVER made the man, man ALWAYS made the Fry!

