Recipe for Murder Prodigy

[Verse 1]
Yeahhh
When it comes to beef, nigga I'm a five star chef
Look it's rules to this shit, I wrote me a cookbook
You can't stand the heat Hell up out the kitchen
For that ass get burnt or my fire start spitting
First off, every customer is different
You gotta cater to their needs and give them what they wishing for
For example someone act all wild
Then you microwave they shit and serve 'em right now
No time to think, fuck consequences
Just beef served up with the blood still drippin'
Keep the ingredients secret and kill anybody who peeped it
Alright now, Then you got custy's who calmly waiting
You got to marinate their shit and premeditate it
No need to rush just season them up
Put the flame on low and let them simmer real slow
Get them real comfortable, just chill
Then you serve 'em they last meal
Fillet Mignon, well done, was it soft motherfucker now you stiffed 'em they up
On special occasions I do delivery, but mostly I let them come to me
Cause I ain't going on my way chasin' down nobody, I got a bussines to run
But if I have to I'll be knocking on your door like the pizzaboy
Well hot deff on a platter, like seek and destroy
{Fuck y'all want man, I don't want beef with y'all niggas man }{Stupid ass motherfucker}