Please Don't Cook My Food

Please don't cook my food
Please don't cook my food

Please don't cook my food
Please don't cook my food

Respawned on this anchor and I'm gonna freak out
I'm stuck in a desert, stuck all inside a drought

This place is a living hell
How can I live in here
Don't know what I craft how
Please just get me out now

I ain't got no food
I ain't got no one
Searching for some town
Maybe you can help me out

Grab a little stick
Grab a little seed
Drop my stuff off and go out on a steed

Maybe a little bread
Always got my bucket
Helmet on my head
I'll just say frick it

What is that I hear?
Over in the distance?
Maybe it's just me
Conscience it will kick in

Starting to hunger
Starting to dismay
I only got some seed
Think I'll cook a chicken

Please don't cook my food
Please don't cook my food

Please don't cook my food
Please don't cook my food

In the corner of my eye
Catching my attention
Hot and red-y
Please release all of my built-up tension

Scooped a little water
Place it here and there
You know I got it down pat
Even if I struggle

Opened up a new dimension
Hottest tourist destination
That can't stop my proclamation
I must get these tasty chops

What is that I see?
Can it really be?

All I see is red red red
Hope I won't be dead dead dead

Grunting and snorting sounds all inside my ear
Staying careful, cannot die, arrow in my rear!
Flint and steel, to the ground, makes a little cheer
Walk-in that, please just burn, until it's all clear

Please don't cook my food
Please don't cook my food

Please don't cook my food
Please don't cook my food

One last step to freedom
It's all way too near
I will build a kingdom
It will be so dear

I can't wait for-

YOU DUMB NUT!



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Writer(s): Cursed Hex
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