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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 precise meaning of my
Is to adapt and carry your own
I've spend time slaving the cooker
Being observed by the
Kill the lamb inside exists
And taken the kiss away my lips

Ruthless to holding power
It might, but it last forever
Within my kitchen of desire
Simmer, cooked, my fire
The understood
down to a broth, but never consumed
The science of my food, my lyrical
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 Kitchen

Reload the elements, forth the ingredients

Elements in Hell's

thrills, represent skills
Denotes, and you I'm a true chef
Enter my kitchen, we devour
And consume there is nothing left
Assume my enemies have faculties
And know fact and fiction
My existence persistent, real imminent
a true Egyptian

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

I'm cooking up the elements in Hell's

I'm up the elements in Hell's Kitchen

I'm cooking up the elements in Kitchen

Reload the elements, bring the ingredients

As the continues to burn
So does the food upon my
Lost souls swirl the ceiling
The stench is high fish
I forth all the ingredients, the elements
Bake a cake and feed the
I play the prostitute in the house of ill

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

The utensils I use in my
Belong to me and else
I feed you complex of my spoon
Cos a normal spoon, would melt
Glamorise with my
Nouns, pronouns, are my herbs
and edible, digestible
Each and every single

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

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, forth the ingredients

Bring forth the
Bring the ingredients

Bring forth the