If You Can't Take The Heat

They call me Big Chief with one I, they just gawk
Beating you like eggs, you're just a cakewalk
I dare you to come at me, bitch, stir fry you in my wok
You'll be seeing more stars than the Hollywood walk
I rap so much about food they call me a rap scallion
I'm obsessed with food, and it's because I'm Italian
I like those thin spicy red peppers, they're my favorite score
And whenever I run out, all I need is to Julianne Moore
I would compare thee to a summer's day, but a summer's day is not a bitch!
Everyone you date ends up in a ditch!
So don't expect me to switch up my style just because
You're so hostile, my bile spits every which way

I bite hard, You'll get charred
Roll you down in a barrel to the junkyard
My name's Bernard, and I'm armed
Hands up, bitch, flame you more than diehard
I bite hard, You'll get charred
Roll you down in a barrel to the junkyard
My name's Bernard, and I'm armed
Hands up, bitch, flame you more than diehard

Flame you hotter than some pure fucking capsayan
You'll be burning up so much you'll steam, I ain't playin
And for the record, I actually like green eggs and ham
It's just food coloring guys, just season it, goddamn
I'll Flip you around just like a fucking spatula
I straight go for the throat like my middle name's Dracula
You're lukewarm, I'm hotter than a fucking sauna
I'll grill your ass, then chop you up with a katana
My bars got more layers than a fucking onion
My bars are hotter than my tandoori oven
I smoke more than 12 times a day, that's a baker's dozen
My flavors are like sorcery, come join my coven
Double knot you to a hot crock pot, sinking
Boil you hot and now you dead like Abe Lincoln
Sautee you in my wok, add some soy sauce
And scramble your eggs, cause I'm the boss chef

I bite hard, You'll get charred
Roll you down in a barrel to the junkyard
My name's Bernard, and I'm armed
Hands up, bitch, flame you more than diehard
I bite hard, You'll get charred
Roll you down in a barrel to the junkyard
My name's Bernard, and I'm armed
Hands up, bitch, flame you more than diehard

I'm a triple threat, bitch, I act, I cook, and I rap
You ain't lived until you've had my super lamb rack
It's not really my thing, but I can make a mean chili mac
I hold all my spices in my black backpack
If you can't take the heat, stay out of the fucking kitchen
I hate it when you start bitchin
I'm just gonna switch the blade up, gut a fish and
Slice it up, turn it into two like I lead religion
I bet you're tired of me talking about food, yeah
But everyone's gotta eat, and that's a mood, yeah
But I can switch up the topics like non sequiturs
Did you know 83% of all facts are lies? That's a lie
I bet you can't even tie a full Windsor knot
Just looking like Deku, and that's a plot twist
I prefer it stirred, my vodka twist, frosted glass
Sippin' like bond, sitting on my ass

I bite hard, You'll get charred
Roll you down in a barrel to the junkyard
My name's Bernard, and I'm armed
Hands up, bitch, flame you more than diehard
I bite hard, You'll get charred
Roll you down in a barrel to the junkyard
My name's Bernard, and I'm armed
Hands up, bitch, flame you more than diehard