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hell no, that's Santa Dawg
You ain't ever heard of Santa? Nuh uh
Santa Claus, Saint Nick? Nah
Kris Kringle? Man nah!
You ain't ever heard of Kris

Burn Baby Burn

Gravediggaz

Blazin'

2001

Partitioned to submission, forced to dwell in hell's kitchen
I lived contaminated for months
Stalkin' fresh was a casual hunt, peep the game
Waitin' for

hand
He used to be a chef in Paris
Specialized in all fish trés bien cuit
He said he was a cook taught well
If only we knew he would give us hell

By

to basic
I said im good by myself
I dont do relation ships
Ima buy you anything you want
But i dont do relations
Gotta keep the mask on
When we fuck
You can

searching for the light praying up to God 
That I make it through the night
Was giving you my heart hoping you would make it right 
I was all my by myself I

like diamond ring
I think it's fucking boring

All my nights spent by your parking lot
Watching her get undressed on the kitchen floor
You seem so in

Lately, I'm still getting by
Lately, I'm still getting fried
I don't need you right now, but I need you around me
Okay, I got you all around me, baby

They say they keep it a hundred, I keep it a hundred and one
Yup, yup
God blessed these hands, why would I go get a gun?
Yup, yup
Life threatened by

shaped like Shaniqua
Go psychotic for them damn D-cup's, yea yea (yea yea)
Cooking hits in the kitchen (woah)
Running track, pole position (woah)
Turn

some bruddas that die for the cause, cause they my mofuckin shootas
(They wanna)
JUST
Living the moment
You finally own it
No longer consumed by your

hell's kitchen the lonesome is heat
I forgive but not forget
The same love with no regrets
Better on the beat than over text
Respect wasn't shown in

And I puzzle my fate
Stomp through the paint
Like LeBron in 08
I've been whipping in the kitchen with the sauce on my hands
Sitting too official I'm

no one so I oughta make up for the years
By putting in a thousand over hundred on your fucking ears!

How in the hell am I supposed to explain to my

the switch, switched the script and gotta better part...

Feel my presence
The pressure risen this Hell's Kitchen
Verbal addiction to contradicting what I was

dancing
Wonder why you girl keep looking and glancing
Cuz horses on me like I'm Carlton they prancing
I like my bands hell tight wit elastic
No super smash

Bottom of the bottom struggling 
Nobody helped

That's why I got up off my ass and got it by myself 

I seen too many niggas die over designer belts

Then he'll tell me about his job and how he's so great 
But then I'll interrupt him when I slit his fucking throat 
He'll grab me by the arms, confusion

illness
scorned by the bleak shit
years later, reach for the pill hits
it still sits deep inside my mind
violence forever apart of my design
looking for

Keep pilling in the kitchen sink
I'm tired of you cinque me but you keep blinking me
When your energy is weaken me
Shall I put you back into the deep sea

don't 
hell naw I can't fuck wit yall
hell naw i can't fuck wit yall
Show him I was down to ride
then he started switching up
he wish that I was by his

to
Look a hell of a lot different when you're sober
I don't fuck with gettin' pulled over
'Stead let's drink this Cherry Cola
'Cause objects in the mirror

Living Is a Luxury

Vince Neil

Exposed

1993

They're cooking up a storm 
In Hell's Kitchen tonight 
And the main course could be you 
Or try your hand at an Eastside stand 
Dashin' slashes

Ragin' Cajun

Charlie Daniels

Windows

1982

From a town in Louisiana on the wrong side of the tracks,
came a rowdy Ragin Cajun by the name of Rupernac,
He was harder than a hickory long

I left my boots out by the door like I always do
Same stack of magazines by the the kitchen sink, it's nothin' new
Same view out my bedroom window