I can't believe you, I bought that spiel you gave right now
A load of crap, it makes me mad
You think I'm stupid? Don't wanna hear your answer now
'Cause you're an ass, so full of sass
What has set me off like a missile, like a missile, like a missile
Such a simple thing, not a riddle, not a riddle (hoo-ooh-hoo-hoo)
Said this meat was cooked on your griddle, your own griddle, your own griddle
Though there's grill marks, no room to wiggle

I'm angry now, you told a very flimsy lie
As if it was the first one you've made
Hold me back now, your invite copy, I'll read out
Only one guideline there but it does say:

"It's gotta be homemade
It's gotta be homemade
It's gotta be homemade
It's gotta be homemade"

Yes, it's a problem, awful that you'd resort to this
It's not unique this kind of shit
Pulled this malarkey, taintin' the party with this trick
Constantly, "Sorry" won't work that well this time, you prick
Think you've played us all like a fiddle, like a fiddle, like a fiddle (hoo-ooh-hoo-hoo)
Like we can't tell those snacks are Skittles, know they're Skittles (hoo-ooh-hoo-hoo)
You can rant and rave, spewin' spittle, spewin' spittle, spewin' spittle (hoo-ooh-hoo-hoo)
While I'm standin' here, bein' civil

You'd best calm down if you want us to let you try
To make the potluck not look all fake
Excuse ain't sound, had the invite for six months now
And you had promised with ev'ry update:

"My food'll be homemade (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
My food'll be homemade (oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
My food'll be homemade (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
My food'll be homemade (oh-oh-oh-oh)"
Your food wasn't homemade
Your food wasn't homemade
Your food wasn't homemade (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Your food wasn't homemade (oh-oh-oh-oh)
Supposed to be homemade (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Supposed to be homemade (oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)
Supposed to be homemade (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Supposed to be homemade (oh-oh-oh-oh)
Supposed to be homemade

No, I'm not gonna take a bite
From the past balls-ups that you've brought, mate
It's stone-cold, not okay, take it home or I'll throw it out
At least it kinda looks like what you'd claimed
Was gonna be homemade