Some Chilli Oil for the Table Please?

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Big O yeno & Glitch Kid

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(I sent the U-Haul
Come on now, I sent the U-Haul down there)

Spectators amazed at skills Glitch in the booth displayin
Couldn't tell that yet? Then there's no use explainin
When they put me in the grave there'll be Q-Tip playin
Dead kids confused, I see a few decayin (are ye messin?)
Couldn't get to kip in the nights
I was missin the bliss from the gifts of the vice
Still slick with the mic, spittin like am whippin up a
Dish to entice with one whiff of the spice, I mean
Seems these snakes stuck in their ways
An we're chillin in the peaceful waves
Bughead an a tray of fresh mussels in Southeastern Spain
Bathin all day in Mediterranean rays
Behave, just might let ye meet me
Three three: Kareem, green MVP
You keep lookin but your stare's ugly
Ye don't hate me, ye hate that your bed loves me, Glitch

Ha, sing Al Green in the shower
Two whiffs, lad, this green is just too power
Use bars to diffuse me true powers
Dudes cower, excuse me if am late by like two hours
Am amused but fumin at the same time
Sidestep from the side line an kick tight rhymes
With Glitch sippin white wine, ooo, it's my time
Might just heist your ice, hide it for a lifetime
Dice ye up an make ye cry like onions
Watch your stuff, I might Knick ye like Jay Brunson
Veggies stay munchin, pray the cayenne isn't too much spice
Brain bustin from the sizzlin food stuff, (ah)
High floater, your time is finally over
Fly low, slip past all the minor opponents
Glitch an O's a sign to retire
Your focus is better spent elsewhere, your rhymin is hopeless

We don't quit, never give up on a loose ball
Though she's one of the core, I got a few more
Told her let the best woman win like RuPaul
I'm the Truth, I sent youse the U-Haul
We don't quit, never give up on a loose ball
Though she's one of the core, I got a few more
Told her let the best woman win like RuPaul
I'm the Truth, I sent youse the U-Haul

(An I said to myself, yeno wha
You've gotta start your day with positivity
Because if you don't start it with positivity
It's gonna be a negative day, isn't it?)
Glitch, uh
(Let's go home
Let's go home ladies and gentlemen
Let's go home)

Definition of a chef, Z-Bo with the left
You see no withered threads, gettin ready to
Bless the flavour, Aretha way I take respect
Tender steak, I will baste to death
Break eggs, scramblin, actually passin the dregs
Pants saggin, spatula spill chilli on colourful webs
Reminisce a couple regrets, mustard spread
Am honestly offerin something that you couldn't forget
Crack crabs, suckin succulent legs, garlic butter baguettes
Becomin Boogie when them buttons are pressed
Bumpin Busta an Meth, see these dead kids
Stutter an sweat sayin I should've been teched, uh
Leave em looking perplexed, or with full stomachs
If the oven is prepped, spinach exquisite
The fish fresh spit signature dishes, some in excess
Brother your spice cupboard's a mess

Lad, they haven't even got a spice cupboard
Entice mothers cos I'm nice, might summon my
Blue Eyes White Dragon to wipe your life points and
Swipe your nice cards as mine, you little tight fucker
Rappers bones in me crops to boost em
You're best goin home cos you're not producin
Fuse seeds for delectable fruits
Scran oozin with juice so much the beard needs a shampooin
Yeah, am someone you're not foolin
Fake jewels amusin, am fuelled by music, you're clueless
Make soup with produce I grew in my spare room
An I might share too if ye stop with the goofin (Big O)
Amused but fumin at the same time
Insane rhymes when I state my case
This is play time, I'll dream shake for Hakeem's sake
Don't eat steak unless it's made of meat from a freak's face

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