| All I do is serve kitchen nightmares
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| At restaurant like I’m cooking crack
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| Over a dirty ass stove wearing a crooked hat
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| Now look at that, sauteing the fat for the flavor
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| I cut the beef out with a knife sharp as a razor
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| It never took three judges to see that I’m the master chef
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| I rock a filet, the chicken’s breast
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| I leave the pickin’s for left
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| But I’m sick in the head so I might snatch up the rest, no rest
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| I bring 'em down home until the leaves
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| Give me some dome before my needs leave
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| Them birds now knee deep, I am a repeat offender
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| I’m feeding them chocolate to make it easy
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| Bam! |
| I’m on my Emeril Lagasse, and Bobby Flay
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| Challenging Rachel Ray, Coolio, and Flava Flav
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| In the backyard barbecue getting paid
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| Tarnish the pot with some Tanqueray
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| Ay… Doc No
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| Swimming in a bucket of Jenkem
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| Over the stove while I’m sizzling my cuts of the steak-um
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| Rubbing my belly like a pig but I don’t fuck with the bacon
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| Steamrolled all over your face and leave it stuck to the pavement
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| Monologue Dr Zhivag' smoking dust in the basement
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| I’ll scrape the razor
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| Split 'em open, discover blunts with the grape flavor
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| Heart pump cinnamon
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| You struggle with the rhythm get him a pace maker
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| Need I consume more than foul glutton
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| Snitch a kid on a whip, look like the ground hugging
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| The 40 cal cutting fingers on the ready to blow shit up now button
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| There go the crowd ducking
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| Walking with my hand like I’m controlling clown puppets
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| Gold minded digging through dirt, we found nuggets in the soil, the rubble
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| Then boil the foil until it bubble
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| Through the Toyota truck in the shuffle
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| My flow’s a fiasco over a loop
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| Slave to the drum, holding on my noose
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| Shoot the soldier out his boots
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| They should’ve told you I was the truth
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| Goose, concealing a toaster until I shoot like
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| Caine in Menace, herringbone chain hang ridiculous
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| Bang like my days is limited
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| It’s the same demented deranged degenerate
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| Inflict pain, my game is venomous
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| Spit out flames 'til your frame diminish
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| Now you holey/holy as a page of Leviticus
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| Niggas grind day to day for dividends
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| Time glutton overweight from getting it
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| Overseas, out of town, out of state, I’m pitching
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| Thought it was a roach problem how I raid the kitchen
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| Paid my dues, everybody paid admission
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| Raise the stakes, you raise suspicion
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| Motherfucker
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| «No one can do it better»
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| «Gotta eat» «Bring it to 'em raw»
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| «Made him eat shit»
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| «Just don’t give a…»
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| «Serve 'em up like gourmet dinners»
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| «Eat 'em up»
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| «Spread it out like Grey Poupon»
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| «Here's a ice cream cone, honey, take a lick»
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| «Until then, keep eating and swallowing»
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| «Yo, I know the perfect meal for you»
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| «Bite it» |