Plagues and Bacon Hail Mary Mallon

[Intro]
-Well, we've got garlic, we've got some mushrooms, potatoes, carrots and parsnips...
-Ah, I'm a fan of parsnips
-...lots of rosemary, 'cause I'm a fan of rosemary

[Verse 1: Aesop Rock]
If in the obituary column, sniff it
It was written by the forks and knives of Mary Mallon
Fever in the stew, sorta buried in rabbits and boiled cabbage
Had a little lamb - it was average
Coulda been a Magdellan, Mary had a craft
It would ask her to master the oven of Manhattan's upper class
On a budget, lunched with the cemetery staff
Til her resume had slashed through the stomachs of the public
Everyone around you is dying
Everything you touch caught the pest
Imagine for a second the unrest
When the fruit of your labor is like a poison to the
Very employers you are laboring to impress
Queen Mary Midas, if gold is a rose-colored virus
Alive in the vilest environments around
Ladle in the soup
Feed you the spices in which you are later cooked

[Interlude]
...OK, so the flour is there, and you mix in the butter, so we're then going to add in a little bit of water...