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In Hell's
Elements in Hell's

I've been to the of milk and honey
And those ingredients, don't exist
The origin, the precise meaning of my
Is to adapt and your own crucifix
spend time slaving over the cooker
Being by the onlooker
Kill the inside that exists
And taken the kiss from my lips

approach to holding power
It might, but it cannot forever
Within my elements of desire
Simmer, cooked, fuel my
The understood
Boiled down to a broth, but consumed
The of my food, my lyrical styles
your mood

I'm cooking up the elements in Hell's

I'm cooking up the elements in Kitchen

I'm cooking up the elements in Hell's

Reload the elements, bring the ingredients

Elements in Kitchen

Impose thrills, represent
Denotes, and show you I'm a chef
my kitchen, we will devour
And until there is nothing left
Assume my enemies have their
And know fact and fiction
My existence persistent, real imminent
a true Egyptian

Come read my
I'll follow and satisfy
a five course lyrical
Chew and swallow, wash down with
Dessert laced with sauce
Ain't no question, malnutrition, is always overlooked
The I cook can't be found in the 90's cookbook

I'm cooking up the elements in Kitchen

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 food my dish
souls swirl around the ceiling
The stench is high like
I bring all the ingredients, the elements
a cake and feed the multitude
I the prostitute in the house of ill repute

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

The I use in my kitchen
to me and nobody else
I feed you styles of my spoon
Cos a normal spoon, that would
with my dressing
Nouns, pronouns, are my herbs
Succulent and edible,
Each and every verse

sip my melodic substance
Wet your plate, every drop from the glass
Everything is pulverised,
And contains everything that's
ain't no fast lyric joint
Unlike fast food everything has a
characteristics, your brain I anoint

I'm cooking up the elements in Kitchen

I'm cooking up the elements in Hell's

I'm cooking up the in Hell's Kitchen

Reload the elements, forth the ingredients

forth the ingredients
Bring forth the

Bring forth the