Alright
7
Ok

Ok i said
some shit
but i ain't finished
Chewin on beats
imagine if it was spinach
Id be that guy pop eye
with 1 eye an huge ass biceps
picture this
same Size of ya bitches thighs
this aint a diss
See thats no lie just imagine if I did try
Tried to raise the bar
Yall couldn't grip youd slip an that mother fucker would just sit....there...
watch the hole game stare
just wisper in ya ear .........
........picture them in they underware
.......Ha!
I do this shit for me
An ya is cool that you can see

ya you do you honey boo boo
You really dont have a clue do you
Press this from my chest put this bar to the test
Press till it crack put it back
Hole game like
Did he just bend and break that?
Got me Laffin back at that ha ha
watch them bottles hit the floor
Bar stools lookin short watch ya pour

an i no it is not my business
But just to let you no
I stand on mine
Ya ya i no
Its real cool
I can rhyme
An hears a little secret
I get a lil better
When I start twistin
corona and'a lime
Oh I got some good wine
Pick ya poison

But see if im keepin it real
I dont really care
fuck how you feel

See the pots on the burner
Im cookin I stay in the kitchen

Yall flipping through youtube
How to make beef stew
Spoon tastin
like what are we missin
An im already doin the dishes this my kitchen
Hold up
Where the hell i put my cerveza

Turn the beat up
Turn the heat up
This rap game seared to my brain

Ill run this run this run this
I dont have to fake this
I just walked in like this

Look.....
I stand alone with the music on
put the candles on
Im seventh song
Sacrifice this beat
Hit the gong

Burn the Leaflet
Smoke rise
Thats a secret
How i do it talkin this music
Flame tall
Like blow torch
Get scorched
I warned yall
I tried to tell yall
Few these mother fuckers tried
But I dropped em flat on they back
Stood above em like I fuckin told yall
Actin all surprised
Like this fire wont burn ya
Even tho the water boiling an its comin over makin a loud
hissssss!
damnn
got em askin what I'm cookin next
i dont even no what ima serve next
but id suggest career suicide an maybe
a side of fuck up the competition
I live in this kitchen
See im locked in
but thats without the suger coat
Steepin this brew under cold water
Cold drip
I like to watch it drip
let that sink in

This stove stay hot
that's why my catalog taste like this

I see how they dress
I see em playin chef
Till the greese pop off the top
Pot just droped just stop
Yall aint got the touch for this
I just buried you in this kitchen......
Mwah
Chefs kiss....

Turn the beat up
Turn the heat up
This rap game seared to my brain

Ill run this run this run this
I dont have to fake this
I just walked in like this