This is a song about "Burt"

Every body a chef,it's a stretching mission in your nana's second kitchen

For demolition and in addition to that ill collect commission on the mission

Is low and is only get worsed you might as well be under a curses

At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses

And send me to a fucking shrink where i would have to confess

Get chopped up precisely like a dope chef