Chosen One

Your powers are weak old man

Yo
Come in dicing with my light saber
And I slice the cheese
Like I shred the paper
And I cough and wheeze
Just like Darth Vader
Need more Febreze
And a Life Saver
Yeah I'm Chef Kuya
I'm no pro baker
Imma dough maker
You a flow taker
Wanna toke later?
Better take papers
Better make flavors
Better wake neighbors

Imma wolf
I don't lose sleep over sheep
Silencing lambs when I slaughter
Ain't making a peep
Fire breathing
I see heat when I speak
Young Caesar
Stay Roaming
I ain't talking the Greeks
This is an Omen
I'm spitting prophecies to you freaks
Like Conan
Imma barbarian in these streets
Like Ronin
All Alone, no I ain't got a master

Neck Frozen
Hitting white like it's Casper
Controlling my flows
Like your bones in some plaster
Count all these blessings
I ain't talking bout pastor
Love me or hate me
Or call me a bastard
Tell me slow it down
So I only spit it faster
Go downtown and clap that ass backwards
Know I got standards
Got no manners
Good thing that I got a lot a planners

Hear the voices calling so I know I'm the one
Like Anakin Skywalker, I don't do this for fun
But the name's Luke, not Ani
I'm the prodigal son
Please don't make me use force
Just to get up ya funds

Yuh

Tell the boys set the blasters to stun
Gotcha girl and I Leia
While I'm grabbing her Bun's
Oh come on now Chef Kuya
That's enough with the puns
Hit ya with my light saber
I ain't packing a gun
Yuh
That ain't a pun, it's a punchline
But I'm turning out just fine
Unlike my fist when it hits on ya jawline
But I'm tougher than cow hide
Cowgirls wanna come ride
High IQ but I'm still getting dumb high
No X-Wing but I still show up fly
Pass that ting, don't bring her to no show of mine

Whip a Star Destroyer
And I might employ ya
Gotta call my lawyer
I don't wanna bore ya
But I won't adore ya
But I will explore ya
Yeah just like I'm Dora

Dripped in white like a Stormtrooper
So she gave me head and it was so super
But I gave it back because that hoe stupid
Why she giving brain when she coulda used it

Whipping Baby Yoda in my Toyota
Yeah that's Chef Kuya in the Sequoia
And I'm skrting fast like Montoya
So bitch pass me the Crayola
Add a little grass and some baking soda
And these star girls wanna come over
And these Mars girls wanna whip the rover
Told em gimme space
Give em cold shoulder

Said I can't clap if she sober
So we smoking pack that I just sold her
On her back told her roll over
Rolling up the green that's no Grover
So she bust it down like a bulldozer
And I'm shredding teams like an armed soldier
And I'm threading seams like ya mom's sofa
Put that whipped cream in her warm toaster



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Writer(s): Luke Russell
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