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S.R.K - Chef's Edition v2

V6

Hello... Nah. Roasted pork swung on Fork go, tongue. I'll forgo loans from Fargo before I go Full cargo, embargo', cargo pants Is my opps made for ants? rusty El Dorado in sand Car go? Nah, car broke, spark plugs soaked in a jar of Tabasco Bravo! k. All my exes has one thing in common, they all say Hams nice but not too nice, dunn care 'bout ice but large lungs, shoots dice very nice likes to get drunk likes punk, zen like a monk, different view on life almost sunk, refused crates of crunk but dealt planes of junk Well hung.. Man.. catch me if you can charmin' as a skunk wit my architectural plan Glue in lungs'n''oh-4-2 or was it '4-2-oh wit cheese fondue, guess I just stack, W-W-W Back room.. Need to be back soon Push a cream of entire bodys'n'do a cartwheel I hope her dream lies wit storks. (thats rude!) Did ya catch that, ya dorks?.. .. ..Hardly... Has a white mask , Batmans nemesis axed for it back Rap chemist wit bad manners Taste suffers at McDonald's so I shipped it to a food bank Safer than Anne Frank in my tank while doin' partly menial tasks masked like Bane or Venom, Like Tom Hardy Face Puller, Name Butcher, Tape Cutter, Guess tonight is yet another late supper. I got that gift, I got that force to be reckoned wit (HAAYAA!) So say the source of reports or take it from the horses mouth Kitchen hierarchy strong'n'disciplined like the Paraguayan, Army, Y'all can't disarm me I or I, or we, or us Fly in V-formations no matter who we facin' I smell Cremation 'lil Brief ovations wit my word associations. Ice-Hockey, High copy. Might copy. Copy, my copy? Not likely. iced coffee kamikaze Mister Miyagi, karate kid Wax on. Wax off. Crane-kick No witness. top-score on my Atari, I did I'll show up'n'forbid biker parties it seems. I might one day, get that white Ferrari. Might not. but might tho' Burn-out Parking lot, Steal a shopping cart, one wheel locked, still driftin' sideways through a fuckin' lobby. Hobby lobby? Nah, probably grand theft pottery, caught me smuggling a stolen Ming vase through the gates of Abu Dhabi. (I'm sorry?) Sorry's hardly part of mah vocabulary, "pardon me" partially pardoned for arson in a monastery. Monks went ballistic, Buddhists gettin' sick'n' twisted, one got pissed 'n' missed his own enlightenment. Quite an accomplishment. I complimented his commitment, then committed seven counts of condiment mismanagement. Mustard gas? Nah, mayonnaise, mah main aim's maintainin' mayhem in a maze of crushed mason jars dat'll bring scars' Mason? Nah, Jason. Voorhees wit a poorly drawn face on a cereal box, sellin' cornflakes to a congregation of unemployed astronauts. (That's fuckin' nuts.) Cashews, everywhere 'round me cash rules, everywhere 'round you crash through a glass roof , stealin' fake jewels, juss like in cartoons land in a classroom full of taxidermied kangaroos. Guess who? I, dunno, I juss hop away wit mah balls Me, too. Mew-two, Pokémon, I'll poke ya mom, poker face, poker face, fook 'er face poker chips,I'll slap her tits poked a hole in a poker table doin sick kick-flip tricks, want tips? kiss my brown lips Unstable? Nah, I'm fully able to assemble IKEA furniture wit a single tablespoon. Instructions in Mandarin, hammerin' nails wit a mandolin, handlin' scandals like a Vatican cardinal. Pardon all. Hardly. Got a parking ticket from a man named Marty McFly. Told him, "Travel back in time 'n' cancel it." Dominion, dominoes fallin' domino effect, callin' Dom Pérignon spilt on mah Nintendo. Mario froze in slow-mo, Gold coins, goons 'n' Goombas, move shrooms through Monaco, Bowser bootleggin' promo codes, Peach now only seen in incognito windows. Guess I ain't her OnlyFan weirdo wit my gringo innuendos 'bout pink rubber flamingos aah, yes,. lubber up those big toes scary to see where that thing goes Catch me in a Cadillac wit a cataract, backin' up a cul-de-sac at a hundred and ten. (HAM!) What? Forgot where I parked again...damn.