This is a song about "Whipping in the kitchen"

Hoping wes snipes make my life a bit different

The ride starts in the kitchen, shadows making me jump

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

Walked in the kitchen and found a pot to piss in

In the kitchen digital scales producing the product

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

I'm spending hours in the kitchen cooking up carols

Together all the timethought it was true love

You say i'm in the kitchen.. cooking up shit to splinter creeps

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

I left him in the room, proceeded to the kitchen.

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

And when it's said and done

And not in the kitchen

To cause gruesome scenes, killed the cat in the kitchen.

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one