But somehow it made them listen
Crack dealer, master chef, i own the kitchen
And i'm just being honest
All up in my kitchen sink
And i leave them in the kitchen
And last but not least please don't tell no one
Make meals in hell’s kitchen with these dishes
The way she walks and causes a fuss
Pick his fat ass up, and drag that fag into the kitchen
I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children
Standing in the kitchen
All the girls really want is fun
Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none
Go back to where you came from- yes, i mean the kitchen
To cause gruesome scenes, killed the cat in the kitchen.
9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son
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