Recipe for Murder
Yeahhh when it comes to beef
Nigga I'm a five star chef
Look it's rules to this shit
I wrote me a cookbook
You can't stand the heat Hell
Up out the kitchen for that ass get burnt or
My fire start spitting
First off, every customer is different
You gotta cater to their needs and
Give them what they wishing for
For example someone act all wild
Then you microwave they shit and
Serve 'em right now
No time to think, fuck consequences
Just beef served up with
The blood still drippin'
Keep the ingredients secret and kill
Anybody who peeped it alright now
Then you got custy's who calmly waiting
You got to marinate their
Shit and premeditate it
No need to rush just season them up
Put the flame on low and
Let them simmer real slow
Get them real comfortable, just chill
Then you serve 'em they last meal
Fillet Mignon, well done
Was it soft motherfucker now you
Stiffed 'em they up
On special occasions I do delivery
But mostly I let them come to me
Cause I ain't going on my
Way chasin' down nobody
I got a bussines to run
But if I have to I'll be knocking
On your door like the pizzaboy
Well hot deff on a platter
Like seek and destroy fuck y'all want man
I don't want beef with y'all
Niggas man Stupid ass motherfucker
It only take a teaspoon full of
Heart to squeeze on a burner
And a cup full of karma sense
To get a way with murder
I'll do rats like the
Chainsaw burns like poppeye's
I stuff your chicken while
You gagged and tied
Make you watch and cry while
I feed her that beef
Little to your knowledge she set
Up the whole thing
That's my baby, my little bit of sugar
I use her to rock on the sleep
Make them think shit sweet
Yeah they call me the iron cheff
I put the iron to your head
Remove all the wrinkels from
Your screwface betted in botox the bolax
I push in another clip and
I keep bustin shots
Try to run get your wings fried
Cook your insides with these copper top
Big boys out the 45
Tell you grace for you dig in
Your own grave get in
My customer service number one
In the business
That boy done stick a fork in him
Corners bring them doggybags
Too I'm finished
Bring them scraps to the mall
It's usually none lead
Every plate is scraped and food get ate
You fealing tired?
Yeah, that's that ice kicking in
When I put them niggas on that lead diet
This is
Food for thought get your fucking jaw wider
Use a glutine for paint
I feed you to the lions