Search results for 'oven broil'

Put in a little a work and believe it's Supreme on the tags
Flip macaroni to ziti and backpack to Louis V bags
Beer to martini, I'm hotter than RiRi I guarantee that
Cut her like a guillotine if she come with a grocery bag

Breakin' down brick walls
Tropicana with the Cristal
Pickin' up the tickets at the will call
Tryna get a big body, no Rick Ross
Ion't know where it went wrong
Pullin' up late to the ceremony
Bad lil' mama with her hair long
Told her not to get headstrong
Used to be flick of the wrist
Now it's look at all the shit that I did
I cannot resist
A little baddie on the low I'ma hit
People been acting like casting calls
But don't fuck with the kid
They hate that I'm blasting off
I get it, I get it
Like 305 to my city
I'm wit' it
I'ma roll down town with the goons
Know we got pounds of that loot
You don't know the sound of the truth
I forgive you, I forgive you, I salute
I'ma roll down town with the goons
Know that I'ma get it, you could too
Only got one thing you gotta do

Slow down, stay loyal
Better not leave no toiletries
I came from the soil
I'm boutta be royalty
Slow down, stay loyal
Nobody gon' poison me
Open oven on broil
So close to them royalties
Slow down, stay loyal
Better not leave no toiletries
I came from the soil
I'm boutta be royalty
Slow down, stay loyal
Nobody gon' poison me
Open oven on broil
So close to them royalties

I cherry reded the paint
I'm just ahead of the game, I'm ready to say
I been sweatin' with the flames
Cannot put dirt on my name, I carry no blame
I been singin' in the rain
I been sippin' on the drank
I been gettin' to the fame
I been switchin' up my lanes
Money really on my brain 
Yeah the money don't make me
But I gotta get for the gang get my momma a mercedes
Can't nobody blame me if I pull up in a Bruce Wayne
Seat way back like the Eighties
Do it on the daily, wake up with the Bailey's
End it with the bay leaves, workin' like a trainee
I'm a fuckin scholar, why I got no dollars
Gettin' so improper off that holy water
Do not even bother me
Rodger dodger, pullin' at my collar
I'ma need a rider, fire and desire
Not enough, man I'm a prodigy
Flippin' through the radio, studying my ratios
Tryna make an HBO series out of my episodes
Closer than the seventh hole, gotta let 'em know I was
4AM sittin' in the lot workin' on the telephone

Slow down, stay loyal
Better not leave no toiletries
I came from the soil
I'm boutta be royalty
Slow down, stay loyal
Nobody gon' poison me
Open oven on broil
So close to them royalties
Slow down, stay loyal
Better not leave no toiletries
I came from the soil
I'm boutta be royalty
Slow down, stay loyal
Nobody gon' poison me
Open oven on broil
So close to them royalties

Slow down, stay loyal
Better not leave no toiletries
I came from the soil
I'm boutta be royalty
Slow down, stay loyal
Nobody gon' poison me
Open oven on broil
So close to them royalties
Slow down, stay loyal
Better not leave no toiletries
I came from the soil
I'm boutta be royalty
Slow down, stay loyal
Nobody gon' poison me
Open oven on broil
So close to them royalties

I chopped off my locks
My head is still twisted
I'm servin' hard dick
These fuckas' throwin' limp biscuit
It's no limit to this shit
Baby the flow's infinite
It's yo' choice drown in it
Or roll with it
You stupid fuckas'
Tryin' to test my genius
If you dumb enough to ask for smoke
You'll get extinguished
Pussy you had a run
About as long as penis
And now I came to end yo' run
Like I broke yo' femur
I'm Freddy Krueger
If that bitch a dreama'
I play my album while I kill ya'
Cause that shit's a sleepa'
I throw some flavor in the game
And I marinate it
I put that fucker on broil
And then I oven bake it
I set you devils on fire
I smell the sweat of satan
I send you losers to hell
Cause Heaven tired of waitin'
You neva' should have made it this far
Heaven tired of waitin'
So go on thank the graces of God
Heaven tired of waitin'
Bitch break yo' self and get on the floor
Heaven tired of waitin'
I send you losers to hell
Cause heaven
Live get deep as the Mariana
Ironic when that mask come off
It get scary on ya
If you feelin' heat
Then it's Garry on ya'
Tryin' to shoot yo' shot
But I'm magic with that counta' move
Baby I'm Perry Potter
It's two sides to me
That's why it's two r's for me
You into sweet lies
Or you prefer my brutal honesty
If she breakin' bread
I'll let Jane Fonda fondle me
I got a bitch with pussy so tight
I call her condom eata'
She make the dick disappear
Down her throat too
I neva' play no games with her
I just coach her through
I'm not convincin' you of shit
Hoe what you open to
Now let me take control of you
And make the most of you
I throw some flavor in the game
And I marinate it
I put that fucker on broil
And then I oven bake it
I set you devils on fire
I smell the sweat of satan
I send you losers to hell
Cause Heaven tired of waitin'
You neva' should have made it this far
Heaven tired of waitin'
So go on thank the graces of God
Heaven tired of waitin'
Bitch break yo' self and get on the floor
Heaven tired of waitin'
I send you losers to hell
Cause heaven tired of waitin'

Lights off
Moons out
Stars bright
Baby Get your groove on
Get the feeling babe
Tingling in your feet
Make your body wet
Can't control this stream
You are a masterpiece
Authenticity
Seeing your moves
It's like the oven is on broil
I feel the heat (I Feel the heat)
It's rolling, the sensation
It's going down, it's going down
Heartbeats pounding
We going round for round
We have entered lover's lounge
Too much to figure out
Not much talk going down
You know I'm on it now
Target is centered
Blurred thoughts have entered
This is uncensored, this is uncensored
Lips clinched
Sweat drenched
We going for hours now (Going for hours now)
We in the cage
Like MMA
I'm breaking that body down
Breaking that body down
You taste so fruity
I'm loving that peach
So sweet and juicy
I'm in too deep
You are in my maze
I got you dazed
Ain't no way out
We on this loving now
Too much to figure out
Not much talk going down
You know I'm on it now
Target is centered
Blurred thoughts have entered
This is uncensored, this is uncensored
Love on me
I love on you
Take it to the level
Where we all have a clue
Your mind is racing
Your flavor I'm craving
Your heart I'm chasing
Your spirit's amazing
Too much to figure out
Not much talk going down
You know I'm on it now
Target is centered
Blurred thoughts have entered
This is uncensored, this is uncensored

I'll blow up ya strip with a pole
You better dig a hole
And bury yourself like a mole
Bitch, I rap a nigga like foil
These shits hot, get boiled
Shits hot like the oven on broil
I'll leave a lil nigga spoiled
Thirty, it's tucked in the forty
I'ma slam on a opp like Jordan
Two-threes on his back like Scotty
I'm tryna' catch me a body
These shits hot like Takis
He'll get boxed like Ali
(Grrahh)
I'll put a opp on his neck, DDT
He think it's a game like a PSP
I'ma hop out blast like DBZ
Spin thru, make a movie like DVD
Why these niggas be hatin' on me?

Aww yeah yeah
Aww yeah yeah yeah
Aww yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Aww yeah yeah
Aww yeah yeah yeah
Aww yeah yeah yeah yeah
Aye let that boy cook leave the stove on
Oh Lord I'm in the ozone
Natural I'm homegrown
Cheese in this pocket a calzone
She wanna come and lick me like a stamp I send the pack and it's long gone
I don't ever know what them hoes on
Making plans keeping them postponed
Same dance no thong
Sitting at the dinner table eating that wonton
Going back and forth with the world like what's wrong
Damn it's ping pong
Everyday I'm taking a shot combo combination on the lock
My drop top make your car look like a crop top
I'm boiling hot I'm like kernels waiting to pop
On my last leg still keeping the balance
You not even a challenge you not even valid
If it was get down or lay down you'd be on a pallet keep a pole like a ballot
Nobody probably even see this coming (seen this coming)
Never broke a sweat but my check still running (my check still running)
And nobody asked me if I ate this morning (what ya ate this morning)
Didn't even get an invite (invite)
Starved till I lost my appetite (appetite)
No no no it ain't right
No it ain't right
It ain't right
No no I ain't right
It ain't right
It ain't right yeah
Still in the oven the broil on
Pros and cons cons is contraband
Pros is provolone
Chiefing with the chiefs I'm running plays like Pat Mahomes
What glitters ain't gold your silver lining is really chrome
This what I'm really on a money mattress
Sleeping on me is like sleeping on a cactus
Or driving on a one way going backwards
Or trying log in with no passwords
What I'm tryna say is that my presence is a present
Beating down your block like I played a game of Tetris
I'm gon spark the blunt because I'm tryna get electric
Lighten up the pressure
Nobody probably even see this coming (seen this coming)
Never broke a sweat but my check still running (my check still running)
And nobody asked me if I ate this morning (what ya ate this morning)
Didn't even get an invite (invite)
Starved till I lost my appetite (appetite)
No no no it ain't right
No it ain't right
It ain't right
No no I ain't right
It ain't right
It ain't right yeah
Yeah Natural
Sax man
Info blew the roof off this bitch yeah
Ooo what's that what's that?

Victims held hostage inside of a barn
Impaled on meathooks, ready for slaughter

I open the doors to the old barn out back
Thats where I keep them in this human slaughterhouse
Shiver in horror as you stare deep into my eyes
Full awareness that you are about to be killed

Remove them off the hooks one by one
Gun pointed towards you as I take you out back
Taking you out to an empty field, rifle aiming at your head
Crying in fear, I laugh and then scream at you
I hit you with the back of my gun and you fall to the ground
Blood caked, face covered in tears, you plead for me to let you live
I pull the trigger, bullet enters your skull, blood is seeping, brains are splattered
Finally dead, letting loose piss and shit, I drag your body back into the barn

Now the butchery begins, using a knife I proceed to gut the body
Removing the innards, gutted you lie, I now begin to skin my kill
Flesh removed, reduced to bare meat, I grab a cleaver and start cutting you up
Skinless corpse now hacked to pieces, I take the remains inside the house

Human head in the oven
Severed limbs in a pot
Broil the head, boil the limbs
Flesh on the grill for the human steak

Dinner is ready
Cannibalistic delicacy

My family is being fed
We all enjoy this wonderful food
Cannibalism is our way of life
Normal to us, barbaric to others
Farming and slaughtering human beings
I love to murder humans for food
My victims are butchered, disgusting lifestyle
I must feed my wife and children

My name Reggie
And I'm an artist
But when I rap the bars I spit the hardest
And when it come to hustle I done been the farthest
I been diggin and planting seeds like I'm in the garden
This song will show you ain't nobody really next to me

So imma spit conceptually and give my ramen recipe first you
Need some chicken let it defrost
Snatch you up some scallions don't forget to rinse em off
Now the broth heat some oil make sure it simmer
When it does throw in some chopped garlic and ginger, cook til its soft, put it on top
Throw in the shoyu, and then add the stock, and
Grab you a pot, add the water let it boil
Season your chicken put in the oven. then cook it on broil
Now your noodles you can get those homemade or processed they both will work fine for this instrumental process
Boil em up in the same pot from earlier  keep an eye on em and watch em start to get curlier
Gone and grab a drain but leave a lil bit and when you add the broth man its gon be super lit
And then your water get real hot now its time to add some eggs to that pot
Grab a bowl bowl fill it up with water and some ice so when the eggs go in they'll peel really nice
Grab the scallions and give em the chop
So when you assemble all the parts they on the top

Now look at you a high class ramen chef
Tell em reggie taught you how to make it the best
Okay yeah and if you gonna at this to your repertoire  you gotta know what to call it this is my chicken shoyu Ramen enjoy!

Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea
Yea

I be
Super smooth I got game like the fresh prince
Pour some booze in your cups let's get reckless
Couple dudes talking on me got a death wish
I be stacking up these bucks like it's it Tetris

No competition I be rapping so vicious my flow exquisite kill the beat
I watch it swim with the fishes
Wishing I could go to heaven give some people a visit
Get some money see me pimping out my ride like exhibit
Now let's get funky wit it
Funky wit it
I be rapping like a junkie with it
Junkie wit it
Not a chance that I'll ever quit it
Ever quit it
People switching over nothing kind of funny guessing that's just the motion
I keep these Nikes on my feet like I'm Mac Milly
If you come and press the issue they be changing the subject
And if you really want some beef come get smacked silly
Don't be coming at me crazy like there's no repercussions
I'm in my zone
Swingin like Sylvester Stallone
And we only spitting fax if you suggesting I'm wrong
This survival of the fittest I'm just setting the tone
Got my pinky up sipping whille I'm writing this song
Yea

Up and move cross the country like I was will
Fill up my Swisher my my blunts be fat like uncle Phil
I be
Speaking fax know I gotta keep it real
Speaking about a fact thinking I should get a deal
I be

Super smooth I got game like the fresh prince
Pour some booze in your cups let's get reckless
Couple dudes talking on me got a death wish
I be stacking up these bucks like it's it Tetris

I'm like the big bad wolf with all this huffing and puffing
You talking rap it's only right you put me in the discussion
Ahhhhhh
All my verses coming straight out the oven my girl is super bad
I love it when she gave me a McLovin
Ahhhhhhh
Yea
I'm a snapping assain
The fact that this happened
I make my music drip with my passion
I gotta stay passive
Cause I got shit to lose that's a fact son
I got adults on Twitter throwing shade to get a reaction
Full head of steam
I'm chugging tracks like a freight train
Always gotta eat I got the stomach of a Great Dane
Yea
Outfit crispy like some bacon
Heating up the oven making it broil like I'm baking
Yea
Wide awake but you got idle eyes
Bogus rappers bunch of freaks that we idolize
It's all a front filtered pictures even cameras lie
Posting pics for validations it's ok I gotta

Up and move cross the country like I was will
Fill up my Swisher my my blunts be fat like uncle Phil
I be
Speaking fax know I gotta keep it real
Speaking about a fact thinking I should get a deal
I be

Super smooth I got game like the fresh prince
Pour some booze in your cups let's get reckless
Couple dudes talking on me got a death wish
I be stacking up these bucks like it's it Tetris

I Can Cook Too

Patti Austin

Baby Come to Me & Other Hits

2003

'Cause I can bake, too, on top of the lot, 
My oven's the hottest you'll find. 
Yes, I can roast too, 
My chickens just ooze, 
My gravy will lose you your mind.

I knew I was different, than all dese niggas 
I looked inna mirror, I seen a hunnid million 
Created a vision, illustrations get written 
Had a dream last night park the wraith inna city 
How ima not shoot for the stars momma saving up pennies 
She was slaving relentless 
Ima buy ha a big house wit ha name onna entrance
Ima boss I ain't no worker that ain't in my interest 
Cause i come from them trenches

I could do whateva I want I'm tryna run a business 
Fuck bein a worker bosses make the millions
I came to college all my niggas they ain't scholarship em 
Prayin for em daily cause them slums come wit problems niggas
you aint family then its fuck ya - funny boy chris tucker 
In them streets nun guaranteed so I just said fuckem 
Yo nigga a snitch on ya right afta he tell ya he love ya 
He flip flopped and crossed ya bad man these niggas aint loyal

Ain't have no heat open that oven and turn on the broil 
Everyday I miss my brother, big bro man I love you 
And I cherish allem times we had inna struggle 
Just have one rolled for yo lil bros when we back wit each other

Aye you my nigga you my dawg we gotta lift each other 
Feel like they tryna kill us off want us to kill each other 
If niggas dont een see the problem we cant fix each other 
Aye "block for me black man" words of Nipsey Hussle

I knew I was different, than all dese niggas 
I looked inna mirror, I seen a hunnid million 
Created a vision, illustrations get written 
Had a dream last night park the wraith inna city 
How ima not shoot for the stars momma saving up pennies 
She was slaving relentless 
Ima buy ha a big house wit ha name onna entrance
Ima boss I ain't no worker that ain't in my interest 
Cause i come from them trenches 

When a nigga cry thats my heart bleedin 
When I kill a verse thats my heart speakin 
I saw people come and I saw people go 
I saw niggas run and I saw niggas blow 
I seen some niggas grind it came back a hunnid fold 
Every since a kid I wanted a rapper roll 
Im talkin big rich big spending on big shii
Im talkin big straps legal guns self defense shii
It's time to go ape now, Break the bank 
Im tryna rock the crowd like Eminem in 8 Mile
I done lost some people I miss they smile
Im tryna make some millions, and make my momma proud 
Im tryna teachem something new they love them choppa sounds 
Ima tryna teachem something new they love them choppa sounds

I Remember stressing
When things get bad
Id get sad or i need a lil laugh
A lil understanding is all a nigga ask
And never compare me to your past
Shit done got crazy since i got off of my ass
Put my head all in my books and put my heart all in my craft
Remember walking to the store a lil joy , a lil cash
Or arguing with my brother like who first to take they bath
But we grown now
Yea we took another path but we own now
Made mistakes early on i had to slow down
Get a understanding of life
Don't put my all in scandals hoes that i really just like
Cause they'll fuck on any nigga with a 100 some likes
These girls be pregnant as hell but they swear that they dikes
From where a girl will take your soul for some hen with no ice
And everybody shooting cause can't nobody really fight
The misery murder-Burg but you probably knew that
Where niggas buy a rolex with they first for checks
That shit don't make nonsense
I just work a Boflex
And half these niggas don't see diplomas they really no cap
Now tell me is it real
Baby
Cause i need some understanding
Like I don't understand y'all
Mood like fuck it
Empty the clip if you bucking
Put they bucking cause they earned it they aint bucking for nothing
She say if you can't pay a bill she aint fucking or nothing
I just pay her ass to leave you couldn't pay me to love her
Heart cold and the streets to a broil like a oven
I keep my head above water
Cause in the drought ima flood it
Buddy
A lot of problems its a whole other subject
I'm just giving understanding to the reason I'm thuggin
You aint gone steal from yo man if you say that you love em
You aint gone let him talk down if you call em your brother
Separate the hate man its still some love there above it
They trine be somebody else but they unique as a another
Break down the gar roll a blunt of success
Couple licks played good
Couple debts to collect
Back back we aint done turnoff up yet
My brother just made it home it make the sentence cones
So tell me is it real bayberry
Cause we need some understanding
Cause i dont understand yall
Now tell me is it real
Baby
Cause i need some understanding
Like I don't understand y'all

Serge on the beat
The beat be the closest to me
Right next to my fam nd my bethren
Im passin the sixth and im rollin a Seventh
My mind formin bangers
Im telekinetic

I havent had coffee
Im still energetic
Had most of my doobie
My brain still connected
Im hungry for sessions
Still havent had breakfast
My hunger is climbing
I only get better

I feel like the highest
But under the weather
In oregons climate
Best pack an Umbrella
You mobbing to gresham
Best grip your barretta
And tighten ur firsts

I hate to harm others
It is what is
But I will defend
All my family friends
And double that
Mention my mom and my chick
You out like a splif
On god and my kids
That do not exist

Ahead of my time
Im rollin up prince
Im breaking down purple
They isnt convinced
That I been the illest
Been know how to spit
Since disney channel
George Lopez on nick
I watched it a night
Like an older kid
Around the same time
I first took a hit
Shit Burning my throat
I spark it and rip
Distinct as the taste
Thats left on my lips

Jesus Angel and I
The trio got lit
We puffing Obama while he President
My eyes got as low as rims on the Hoopti
Suspension five tuning
You heard what I said

I reek devils lettuce
My eyes turning red
My dawgies banguetti
Bitch lookin for bones
But im lookin for fetti
No time for the talk
Got no time for the petty
When im in the zone
I be steady

I mob with my brothers my sisters My homies
Since I got the gas
I be rolling up hefty
PleaseAsk me
I much rather sip on the tequila
My dawgies want liquor thats darker Than pepsi
Sheesh
Prayers to god while im working
Im tryna make sure that they never Forget me
Im making this spirtual music
Im bringing new waves
So I understand if they aint ready

I do not do this for money
But you know money come with it
I needa supplement
My bank up with chicken
Standing eight figures
I set for the minimum
So im financially stable
Get brain from an angel
I love her my curriculum
Curly hair tangled

I hit from the back
Got my cam for the angles
Sorry I talk shit
But it come out fuego
Feel like a ten outta zero
Might turn my pen into hero
And you to an angel

Deliver this message
My presence
Your halo
Will come to you soon
An album by me
Dropping in June

Ayo
Sitting right next the beef

Like its lettuce tomatoe
Complexion of mayo
Fuck you
Hitting up cali
To get me a tan and meal
Something to eat
And something to film
Malibu mountains
A drive in the hills

Blasting my music
Subs in the back im abusing
Eight O eights hitting for real
I blast my producing
Sub out the bass for some new shit
Oscillator hit for for real
Aye
Oscillator hit for for real

Blasting my music
Subs in the back im abusing
Eight O eights hitting for real
I blast my producing
Sub out the bass for some new shit
Oscillator hit for for real
Aye
Oscillator hit for for real
One two three four

Hard head like the shell toes
Rolling green thats gecko
Rolling purple thats special
Rolling sticky thats

Rolling sticky thats velcro
Make a beat turn necro
Chin up like a jail pose
Wavy feeling ima sail boat

Know I made it if my set know
My mom know
Your mom knows
Been cooking a while like pot roast
My studio oven is

My studio oven on hot broil
My goals always hit off the top post
I grew from a pot
Outta thick soil
Absorbing the sun
Im the top rose

Oh I know
I know
But sometimes
I dont
Cant lie
Part of my life that I cant go
I
Lost my world into abysses
With a misses
Feeling different
Extra spiritual

Top three spitting
Monolithic
Fully independent
What else am I in it for

I would say dont get offended
Dont be extra sensitive
Fuck all the ridicule
Do not consume all the shots
Itll be bad for your liver pool

For me to say all that I need
Itd be an hour long interval
And if I start asking you questions
It can turn into an interview
Im speaking to future dimensions
How does my grammy look
Really tho
It probably turned to an ashtray
Hahahaha why you so cyclical

Aye
Aye aye
Can you dig it

It's like we from two different worlds 
You motherfuckers really get on my nerves 

'Cause I'm beyond them, on some futuristic cyborg shit 
I close my eyes when I freestyle so I could read what picture crossed in 
Then raise my arms like a sorcerer and cast a fireball into the audience 
To barbecue your brain organs 

You feel like you've been thrown in a microwave oven 
I flame broil suckers and hit 'em with some more shit 
The raw shit. Call my reinforcements, the four horsemen 
Take a big piece of chalk and draw a line across the stage pulpit 

I dare a motherfucker to cross it 
I'll even call my man Black Rob at two in the mornin 
Tell him it's important.

Music that I make
Gonna make your cake shake
From the drop to the break
The fucking funk don't fake
Gimme water
Cuz it's hotter than hell
For heaven's sake
Apply heat to the beat
We will broil and we bake
We cookin', the hook in
Your core evermore
Dance floor at war
Rocking like an earthquake
Put a stake in heart ache
Let libido awake
Music that I make
Gonna make your cake shake

My fish can be beat my sugar's
The sweetest around
I'm a man's ideal of a perfect meal
Right down to the demi-tasse
I'm a pot of joy for a hungry boy
Baby I'm cooking with gas oh I'm a gum drop
A sweet lollypop a brook trout right out of the brook
And what's more baby I can cook
Some girls make magazine covers
Some girls keep a house on a dime
Some girls make wonderful lovers
But what a lucky find I'm
I'd make a magazine cover 
I do keep my house on a dime
I'd make a wonderful lover
I should be fayed over time
Yes I can bake too on top of the lot my oven's
The hot test you'll find
Yes I can roast too my chicken just dore
My gravy will lose you your mind
I'm a brand new note for a table
D'h te but try my I la carte
With a single course you could choke a horse
Baby you won't  know where to start
Oh I'm an hors d'oeuvre
A jelly preserve not in a recipe book
And what's more baby I can cook

Chorus:
I can cook take a look
Just Take a look
Just Take a Look  

Some girls make wonderful jivers
Some girls can hit a high C
Some girls make good taxi drivers
But what a genius is me
I'd make a wonderful jiver
I can even hit a high C
I'd make the best taxi driver
I rate a big navy E cause I can
Fry too on top of the heap my crisco's
As deep as a pool
Yes I can broil too my ribs will applause my lamb
Chops will cause you to drool
For a can died sweet or a plickled beet step up
To my smo gas bord walk a round un til you
Get your fill baby you will never be bored
Pat a marron glace a dish you would wish you had took
And what's more baby I can cook
And what's more baby 
I can cook
Chorus:
No the girl ain't telling no lie
I can cook
Chorus:
She can broil
She can fry
I can cook
Chorus:
She can saut
My oh my
I can cook
Chorus:
The girl and Cook
She can fry
She can roast
She can toast
She can nose
She can cook
Parara ra raraaaaaa
Chorus:
She can broil
She can fry so tell my oh my
Chorus:
She can cook
I can many cook
Chorus:
No the girl ain't telling no lie
I am lie
Chorus:
She can roast
She can fry
I can fry
She can saut My oh my
The girl and cook
She's got a lot 
Hey hey
Betty crocker
This girl is a rocker
She's got a lot 
She's got a lot
She's got a lot
She's got a lot
She's got a lot
This is a Lady 
Who cooks

Bet you bought some new sneakers
But honestly, fuck all that shit, might've took me a loss
But no fingers crossed, I'm a tweaker
They know I'm a boss, bitch texted me first sayin' "Heyy" with two Y's, so she might be a keeper
I take out the trash, no station but I got the gas
Sanitation, I'm clearing your block with the sweeper
You niggas want clout, but if you ain't my homie, there's surely no doubt you ain't getting a feature
Huh, huh, I'm out here ballin' while y'all out on bleachers
I'm writing the rhymes like they're speeches, she givin' me knowledge, ain't nothin' to teach her
My teacher, she gave me a stain on my T-Shirt, it cost me a hundred, turned something to nothin'
Hittin' 'em back 'cause they just had it comin', I'll broil these niggas, I'm just like an oven
Keep makin' music and that's just the plan
Catchin' you hatin', you finna get banned
Stay off my dick, I command you
You desperately doin' shit, Can't stand you
Might wanna speak up, I can't understand you
Keep my Air Forces white, or you're purple, Hydrangea
I'm always on missions, I be in the kitchen, I'm whippin', I'm trippin', I'm heatin', so I put the
Water on me and it's gettin' real dense
My money stay green on both sides of the fence
How the fuck you gon' steal from me?

Use the pages as your pad, dragged, bloodied y'all up
Scrapped
And when they ask
Sentenced mans to a dot
Dash, dot dot
Cobra class when I foil
Whatever plans average Joe had, brought to a boil
Feeding!
Then I broil
Had to feast how I could
Failed, tried again
Brought no heat, now I cook
Thanks
Penmanship out the park with a bunt
Wrote warnings, post scriptin'
Tag, cut, what I bought?

That's a big wish, no cumplido
You know the 3-1-0, 2-0-2 I'm repping
Raised the bar too far, too impressing
I'm the shit, you might've missed that lesson
Turn your Fs in
Okay, I need a break, 'cause the bass hit harder than Mike Tyson
Your demo's in the trash, it's not to my liking
Now they getting aggy, tag me if you really 'bout it
But if we gon' be real, man, I really doubt it
I won't say it verbatim, 'cause of my mom
But let's just say I'm Jerry, and you're a Tom (Ooh)
Forget your level, 'cause I'm really beyond
Can't play Minesweeper, 'cause I'm really the bomb

'Cause I'm really the bomb
Let that sit with you, let that one marinate a little bit
Then throw that in the oven at 400 for an hour
And broil it while you at it
And then serve it up hot, hahaha

My success got 'em stressed (Got 'em stressed)
I collect accolades, and they say "How come?"