Chef's Kiss - Arlecchino (ft. Xinyan on guitar)

[Intro] Sorry I'm late to reply But like you, I had some fish to fry And now I guess I have the thyme by the way hold the lime [Verse 1] Who the fuck do you think you are A four-star Mediocre chef And the best Thing you're gonna get out of my breath Is my order Get me some champagne, brat If you wanna fuckin play rap Step the fuck up to the plate, you little rat And I don't mean the one you serve me I mean the one where you're supposed to figure out how to unnerve me You're not deserving Of a second chance when you piss your pants cuz of my coal black cursed Khaenri'ahn hands squeezing the fucking life out of your neck Bring me the check I'll carve my name in your back Do you regret your attack? [Chorus] Chef's kiss Death's hiss Gonna separate your head from your neck, bitch I'm bless-ed By the crimson moon I'm guessin This is the end of you [Verse] HP, ICD, DPS, AOE You're right, all this is just a game to me I don't take any of you seriously, it's plain to see Xiangling You're another number under my murder scene the birds'll feed on your corpse Babe, I'm the dark horse in your dreams The ones that wake you with a scream I'll make you scream You're gonna scream I'm telling you to scream I wanna hear you scream Xiangling Get the fuck off my screen Go make me some steamed rice, but try not to cry your eyes out, cuz my vice is pulling them out myself and leaving you alive That's right Yanfei, I can cypher too Didn't think I'd forget you didn't think I'd just Let you do one and done Your talented, I wanna hear you bring out the guns I'm having fun You're stuck-up just buck up and come the fuck up you little cunt Back to the other one [Chorus] Chef's kiss Death's hiss Gonna separate your head from your neck, bitch I'm bless-ed By the crimson moon I'm guessin This is the end of you [Verse] Xiangling Where's my drink? You got a kink For punishment? Eating at your restaurant is better than malnourishment But only by a little bit Huggin' teddies like a little kid and I know about Guoba how He's what's left of an ancient god Marchosius But he chose this It's unfortunate That you're the kid He ended up attached at the hip with I'll make you limp, kid Fry me some shrimp, bitch And when you're done wear something fun that shows off your buns not the steamed ones and maybe I'll let you lick, lick, lick, lick my tits Nah, you don't get the privilege Just go to the fridge in the kitchen and quit your bitchin and get me somethin to eat Somethin the bleeds But knowin you it'll need Some extra seasoning [Chorus] Chef's kiss Death's hiss Gonna separate your head from your neck, bitch I'm bless-ed By the crimson moon I'm guessin This is the end of you [Guitar solo] Chef's kiss [END]