I thought i had spam made tonight
now its cold and looks real foul and smells like suicide
you showed me foul food then i cried

well you couldnt be that chef i just made
you dont seem to know that your pears taste like hearts and brains
well i dont know what that food contains

well your food is full of lice
the eggs and bacon have run dry
thats whats going on
your whole pie is torn
your all out of brains
cant cook lousy meals
its cold and just real stale
like its picked up off the floor
ill paitents always made
when they ate your meal
you can not bake and you can see
your carrer in food is torn
the ones that have ate there already mourned

so i guess the fourtune cookies are stale
and your drinks are from little cups and not some holy grail
food has crawling critters and brains and now
i dont care you have no luck
sure dont taste like emrils lunch
theres just so many things
you just cant cook your torn

chorus

well your food is full of lies
the instant flakes they have run dry
your not bright with corn
thought that you had brains
cant cook a lousy meal
foods cold and it just taste
like its picked up off the floor
pollutions always made
from your nasty meals
the food has aids and i know the
thanksgiving feast is torn
thats just it for stake you messed the entire meal
you sure wont be a chef
cause your chicken taste like corn
chef or not your great you still can star in porn

porn

ohhhhh

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