JAT
Chicito Chef cooking lyrics, y'all are getting fucking catered
I make craters in mother earth with nothing but some paper
Conscript them haters, make some taters, who the fuck even likes capers
Little shit tasting peas, the fuck they made of
Lemon chicken having ass garbage salty piece of shits
I'd rather eat my own ass then have a single bitch
Are they supposed to be soft, or they supposed to be crisp
Wouldn't make a cent if I had to eat em to be rich
They fucking suck
They can't match a single dish
I want some duck
Without the taste of some trashy dick
Just my luck
I have to deal with this shit
Come on, are you serious? We have to tolerate drinking piss
I can't be the only one in the world with the distaste
Nothing but a disgrace
Can you relate
They fake, useless, I'll tell you what the truth is
My ma had one so ruthless, she wound and ended up toothless
Okay I'm sorry I had to rant about a flower
I like food, but not when it tastes both salty and sour
It doesn't make sense, I researched and spent an hour
Scouring the flower. typed the word hate, they cut the power
Jumped in the front door like an FBI search
Crucifying me like I said the n word
Pinned me on the ground while I finished up this verse
They said stop resisting, if you don't, I'll make it worse
I struggle and I fight for the last of my life
Kick the fucking goons off, slap the jar with a quick right
I take flight, leaving my house with the dustmites
Now I'm being chased by some choch with some cop lights
He runs my chubby stubby ass over with the front wheels
The breaks squeal, Ass clapped like a seal
He reaches in his pants and takes out a 9 mil
And asks, are you ready for your last meal
I'm barely breathing, no air for speaking
But my bald ass head shines a light like a motherfucking beacon
The grand deacon came from heaven and he starts preaching
Capers don't belong on this earth, the Man himself decreed it
The man is stunned, blustered, I yell yeah, you fucking nerd
You just got your just desserts, Jesus said you're the fucking worst
Deacon yells His commands are first
And he wills thee to die from your caper loving weak ass
Heart to burst
The man falls dead on the ground, the cops come down and surround me
The deacon goes to crown me, but around me, the cops begin to crowd me
The deacon's gone and I'm the only one that's left there by the body
The jar fell out the man's hand, lands on my brand kicks
Cop has a spoonful brandished, and crams it
Into my mouth and Now I think about how I HATE
Fucking Capers on my sandwich
I make craters in mother earth with nothing but some paper
Conscript them haters, make some taters, who the fuck even likes capers
Little shit tasting peas, the fuck they made of
Lemon chicken having ass garbage salty piece of shits
I'd rather eat my own ass then have a single bitch
Are they supposed to be soft, or they supposed to be crisp
Wouldn't make a cent if I had to eat em to be rich
They fucking suck
They can't match a single dish
I want some duck
Without the taste of some trashy dick
Just my luck
I have to deal with this shit
Come on, are you serious? We have to tolerate drinking piss
I can't be the only one in the world with the distaste
Nothing but a disgrace
Can you relate
They fake, useless, I'll tell you what the truth is
My ma had one so ruthless, she wound and ended up toothless
Okay I'm sorry I had to rant about a flower
I like food, but not when it tastes both salty and sour
It doesn't make sense, I researched and spent an hour
Scouring the flower. typed the word hate, they cut the power
Jumped in the front door like an FBI search
Crucifying me like I said the n word
Pinned me on the ground while I finished up this verse
They said stop resisting, if you don't, I'll make it worse
I struggle and I fight for the last of my life
Kick the fucking goons off, slap the jar with a quick right
I take flight, leaving my house with the dustmites
Now I'm being chased by some choch with some cop lights
He runs my chubby stubby ass over with the front wheels
The breaks squeal, Ass clapped like a seal
He reaches in his pants and takes out a 9 mil
And asks, are you ready for your last meal
I'm barely breathing, no air for speaking
But my bald ass head shines a light like a motherfucking beacon
The grand deacon came from heaven and he starts preaching
Capers don't belong on this earth, the Man himself decreed it
The man is stunned, blustered, I yell yeah, you fucking nerd
You just got your just desserts, Jesus said you're the fucking worst
Deacon yells His commands are first
And he wills thee to die from your caper loving weak ass
Heart to burst
The man falls dead on the ground, the cops come down and surround me
The deacon goes to crown me, but around me, the cops begin to crowd me
The deacon's gone and I'm the only one that's left there by the body
The jar fell out the man's hand, lands on my brand kicks
Cop has a spoonful brandished, and crams it
Into my mouth and Now I think about how I HATE
Fucking Capers on my sandwich
Credits
Writer(s): Zackery Zinn
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.