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In Hell's
Elements in Hell's

I've been to the land of and honey
And ingredients, they don't exist
The origin, the meaning of my prayer
Is to adapt and your own crucifix
I've time slaving over the cooker
observed by the onlooker
Kill the lamb inside exists
And taken the kiss from my lips

Ruthless to holding power
It might, but it cannot forever
my kitchen elements of desire
Simmer, cooked, fuel my
The understood
down to a broth, but never consumed
The of my food, my lyrical styles
your mood

I'm cooking up the in Hell's Kitchen

I'm up the elements in Hell's Kitchen

I'm cooking up the elements in Hell's

Reload the elements, bring forth the

Elements in Hell's

Impose thrills, represent
Denotes, and show you I'm a true
Enter my kitchen, we devour
And consume there is nothing left
Assume my enemies their faculties
And know what's and fiction
My existence persistent, real imminent
Like a true

read my menu
I'll through and satisfy
With a course lyrical
Chew and swallow, down with Port
Dessert laced with Maxim
no question, malnutrition, indisgestion is always overlooked
The elements I cook can't be in the 90's cookbook

I'm cooking up the elements in Hell's

I'm cooking up the in Hell's Kitchen

I'm cooking up the elements in Hell's

Reload the elements, bring the ingredients

As the fire continues to
So does the upon my dish
Lost souls swirl around the
The stench is high fish
I bring forth all the ingredients, the
a cake and feed the multitude
I play the prostitute in the house of ill

Elements in Hell's Kitchen,
in Hell's Kitchen, elements

The utensils I use in my
Belong to me and nobody
I feed you styles of my spoon
Cos a normal spoon, would melt
Glamorise my dressing
Nouns, pronouns, are my herbs
Succulent and edible,
Each and every single

Come sip my melodic
Wet your plate, drink every drop the glass
Everything is pulverised,
And everything that's phat
ain't no fast lyric joint
Unlike food everything has a point
Nutritional characteristics, your brain I

I'm cooking up the in Hell's Kitchen

I'm cooking up the elements in Hell's

I'm up the elements in Hell's Kitchen

Reload the elements, forth the ingredients

forth the ingredients
Bring the ingredients

Bring forth the