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[Verse 1: Your Old Droog]
[Verse 2: Oh No]
All I do is serve kitchen nightmares
At restaurant like I'm cooking crack
Over a dirty ass stove wearing a crooked hat
Now look at that, sauteing the fat for the flavor
I cut the beef out with a knife sharp as a razor
It never took three judges to see that I'm the master chef
I rock a filet, the chicken's breast
I leave the pickin's for left
But I'm sick in the head so I might snatch up the rest, no rest
I bring 'em down home until the [?] leaves
Give me some dome before my needs leave
Them birds now knee deep, I am a repeat offender
I'm feeding them chocolate to make it easy
Bam! I'm on my Emeril Lagasse, and Bobby Flay
Challenging Rachel Ray, Coolio, and Flava Flav
In the backyard barbecue getting paid
Tarnish the pot with some Tanqueray
Ay...Doc No
[Verse 3: Alchemist]
Swimming in a bucket of Jenkem
Over the stove while I'm sizzling my cuts of the steak-um
Rubbing my belly like a pig but I don't fuck with the bacon
Steamrolled all over your face and leave it stuck to the pavement
Monologue Dr Zhivag' smoking dust in the basement
I'll scrape the razor
Split 'em open, discover blunts with the grape flavor
Heart pump cinnamon
You struggle with the rhythm get him a pace maker
Need I consume more than foul glutton
Snitch a kid on a whip, look like the ground hugging
The 40 cal cutting fingers on the ready to blow shit up now button
There go the crowd ducking
Walking with my hand like I'm controlling clown puppets
Gold minded digging through dirt, we found nuggets in the soil, the rubble
Then boil the foil until it bubble
Through the Toyota truck in the shuffle
[Verse 1: Your Old Droog]
[Verse 2: Oh No]
All I do is serve kitchen nightmares
At restaurant like I'm cooking crack
Over a dirty ass stove wearing a crooked hat
Now look at that, sauteing the fat for the flavor
I cut the beef out with a knife sharp as a razor
It never took three judges to see that I'm the master chef
I rock a filet, the chicken's breast
I leave the pickin's for left
But I'm sick in the head so I might snatch up the rest, no rest
I bring 'em down home until the [?] leaves
Give me some dome before my needs leave
Them birds now knee deep, I am a repeat offender
I'm feeding them chocolate to make it easy
Bam! I'm on my Emeril Lagasse, and Bobby Flay
Challenging Rachel Ray, Coolio, and Flava Flav
In the backyard barbecue getting paid
Tarnish the pot with some Tanqueray
Ay...Doc No
[Verse 3: Alchemist]
Swimming in a bucket of Jenkem
Over the stove while I'm sizzling my cuts of the steak-um
Rubbing my belly like a pig but I don't fuck with the bacon
Steamrolled all over your face and leave it stuck to the pavement
Monologue Dr Zhivag' smoking dust in the basement
I'll scrape the razor
Split 'em open, discover blunts with the grape flavor
Heart pump cinnamon
You struggle with the rhythm get him a pace maker
Need I consume more than foul glutton
Snitch a kid on a whip, look like the ground hugging
The 40 cal cutting fingers on the ready to blow shit up now button
There go the crowd ducking
Walking with my hand like I'm controlling clown puppets
Gold minded digging through dirt, we found nuggets in the soil, the rubble
Then boil the foil until it bubble
Through the Toyota truck in the shuffle
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