The almighty E-A-Ski track. Cook it up. Yeah. Raised a man bake a man roll that dough. Smokin' on a Swisha bloody as a butcher. Cut you in two with mister Ginsu. John Wu nigga from the LA Zoo. Grade A ass I filet that ass. I make that cash I birthday bash. I wedding crash it's the iron chef. The big piece of chicken that's all that's left. Cake Boss get you full as Rick Ross. All this sugar don't forget to floss. Get lost if you already ate. Up out the kitchen nigga don't violate. Don't 'cha get shot 'cha fuckin' bloodclot. No you're not up in granddaddy pot. Shit is hot baby if your ass can't take it. Get the fuck out or get butt naked. W-W-West coast dime you niggas don't want it. I'm still in the kitchen. Genghis Khan with Chuck Taylors on. There's no competition I'm still in the kitchen. You niggas don't want it. Nigga she know you rollin' in some dough. I'm still in the kitchen. With all that ambition. Yeah I'm still in the kitchen. I'm still in the kitchen. Have you ever went over a friend's house to eat and his woman can't cook?. Nigga I shook. Just my luck fuck a potluck. B-B-Bitch better know how to fuck a duck up. Baby wake up and hook my steak up. I don't give a fuck about your make-up. Don't come in here with no Wolfgang Puck. Hockey puck tastin' ass shit that suck. People know that my herbs and spices give niggas the itis with no gingivitis. Bite us. They think they gettin' they Wendy's but they gettin' is sugar diabetes. These Twinkies got 'em wrapped around my pinkies. Cream fillin' comes out when I kill 'em. The cookie monster is up in the buildin'. Willy Wonka I treat 'em like my children. My favorite. W-W-West coast dime you niggas don't want it. I'm still in the kitchen. Genghis Khan with Chuck Taylors on. There's no competition I'm still in the kitchen. You niggas don't want it. Nigga she know you rollin' in some dough. I'm still in the kitchen. With all that ambition. Yeah I'm still in the kitchen. I'm still in the kitchen. My gumbo is like straight up Columbo. Ya know? That shit that they grow out in Humbolt. Ya know? They wanna call me the colonel. That nigga dead this shit eternal. Ya know? Take a look in my cookbook. Everything I do is a good look. Don't mistake my notepad for the Good Book. The nerve of 'em turn on my oven. Motherfucker so full think I drug 'em. Hand on they stomach can't stop rubbin'. Fatten ya up and if ya herky jerky. Carve your ass up in that turkey jerkey. Serve you on a platter with side of clam chowder. My hot sauce ain't just hot it's gunpowder. Aunt Jemima but my fuckin' syrup. I make a chef take his ass back to Europe. W-W-West coast dime you niggas don't want it. I'm still in the kitchen. Genghis Khan with Chuck Taylors on. There's no competition I'm still in the kitchen. You niggas don't want it. Nigga she know you rollin' in some dough. I'm still in the kitchen. With all that ambition. Yeah I'm still in the kitchen. I'm still in the kitchen. Give me half a cup of hustle. A teaspoon of game. And a pinch of bullshit