lyrics: i'm age 25 and i haven't paid the rent so i got evicted from my apartment it's christmas eve, times are tough, not what i want so my last resort: move in with my aunt jemima is nice, but she's also quite strict her food is so tasty but she will get flipped if i go in her cauldron room to try some cooking she says, "get outta there sonny boy what the heck were you thinking?" well i woke up this morning; i'm getting my chance as jemima was gone, left a note with her stance: "my nephew, i'm out running errands stay out of the kitchen or i'll teach you a lesson don't make any fruitcake don't waste your time-ah or i'll come find you love, aunt jemima" i went to the kitchen to pull out ingredients see, i was gonna go make a fruitcake immediately mixed all the batter and had lots of fun then used my aunt's cauldron; the fruitcake was done i made quite a mess and the fruitcake was tasty but then i realized that i shouldn't have been hasty 'cause i got a call and it was from my aunt and i thought, "why is she calling me? what the heck could she want?" she said she'll be home soon with presents for me but made it quite clear what she wanted from me: "my nephew i'll be home when i can but when i get home, now, the house better be spick 'n' span no traces of fruitcake no dust or grime-ah or i will haunt your dreams love, aunt jemima" i'm age 55 and my nephew lives with me i just want to cook, she should let me be i only want him to stay safe 'cause he's great this mess is too big; i've accepted my fate oh sonny boy, why is my house such a mess? i made some fruitcake, against your request it's christmas day, times are tough, it's all okay jemima i'm sorry, but i've got to say: my nephew (jemima) you should have stayed out (i couldn't stay out) why did you look? (i just love to cook) the fruitcake looks good (the fruitcake tastes good) you know what you're doing? (oh, i sure do) you really like cooking? (oh, that is true) then open my gift to you... (a cauldron? for me? thank you!) love, aunt jemima
Literally a song remix. Yuhhh, slayy Za-Chary! B)
