Hottest Yeast Around

Let us all stand proud for our proud cult's national anthem. All present, please consume your fourteen slices of bread to the beat of the anthem to appease Her Holiness, O' All-Rising Bun Matron.

Hoooot yeast,
Such a beast,
It's a feast,
fo the eyes, fo sho
(uh huh, yeah, yeah)
gonna drop some sick beats,
the children of the yeast.

Sesame seeds, uh huh, uh huh.
Word.

-Rhodah, MVP