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In Hell's
Elements in Kitchen

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

approach to holding power
It might, but it last forever
Within my kitchen of desire
Simmer, cooked, my fire
The understood
Boiled down to a broth, but never
The science of my food, my styles
Satisfy your

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, skills
Denotes, and show you I'm a true
Enter my kitchen, we will
And consume until there is left
my enemies have their faculties
And know what's and fiction
My persistent, real evidence imminent
Like a true

read my menu
I'll through and satisfy
With a five course
Chew and swallow, wash down Port
laced with Maxim sauce
Ain't no question, malnutrition, indisgestion is overlooked
The elements I cook can't be found in the cookbook

I'm cooking up the in Hell's Kitchen

I'm cooking up the in Hell's Kitchen

I'm cooking up the elements in Kitchen

Reload the elements, bring forth the

As the fire to burn
So does the food my dish
Lost souls around the ceiling
The stench is high fish
I bring all the ingredients, the elements
Bake a and feed the multitude
I play the in the house of ill repute

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

The I use in my kitchen
Belong to me and else
I feed you complex styles of my
Cos a normal spoon, that melt
with my dressing
Nouns, pronouns, are my herbs
Succulent and edible,
Each and every single

Come sip my substance
Wet your plate, drink drop from the glass
is pulverised, double-fried
And everything that's phat
This ain't no fast lyric
Unlike fast food has a point
characteristics, your brain I anoint

I'm up the elements in Hell's Kitchen

I'm cooking up the in Hell's Kitchen

I'm cooking up the in Hell's Kitchen

Reload the elements, forth the ingredients

forth the ingredients
Bring forth the

Bring the ingredients