[Hook ] Too tasty recipe, too spicy melody (tsk) Still cut deeper than your whole discography (woo) Step by step, crowd move in harmony (hah) Kitchen or the booth, Suzu run monopoly (brrt!) [Verse 1 ] Step one, boil the water, bubble hotter than your playlist flop (tsk) Brain overcooked, soggy pasta, every thought you drop (woo) Step two, add salt heavy, let it cut through, sharp like chop (hah) Your verse sugar-free, bland talk, dead stock. Step three, noodles break half like your fragile pride (tsk) Step four, stir the pot swirl it till the weak flow die (woo) Step five, sauce thick, garlic drip, flavors collide (hah) My rhyme layered lasagna, your tape one slice. [Hook ] Too tasty recipe, too spicy melody (tsk) Still cut deeper than your whole discography (woo) Step by step, crowd move in harmony (hah) Kitchen or the booth, Suzu run monopoly (brrt!) [Verse 2 ] Step six, twist fork, pasta spin like a DJ scratch (tsk) Meanwhile you rehearse, still mismatch, bars detach (woo) Step seven, taste test flavor slap like a snare hit crash (hah) Your shit fast food, mine soul food, full batch. Microwave lines beep quick, no patience (tsk) I marinate words, slow cook cadence (woo) You ketchup flow, watered-down imitation (hah) I parmesan snow, whole block celebration. [Hook ] Too tasty recipe, too spicy melody (tsk) Still cut deeper than your whole discography (woo) Step by step, crowd move in harmony (hah) Kitchen or the booth, Suzu run monopoly (brrt!) [Verse 3] Rigatoni holes in your rhyme, no fill (tsk) Cannelloni stuffed, every bar too real (woo) Your linguine lines tangled, slip, then spill (hah) I gnocchi knock heavy, potato with the steel. Cold neon pasta, glow fake plastic (tsk) My sauce volcanic, flows bombastic (woo) Impasta rappers get served on a plate (hah) Eight steps later, still can’t match my taste.
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