BETTY CROCKER
Chef Borges & Tae Sax
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All I'm really saying is that your gonna need a doctor Over load that belly with the Betty fucking Crocker Oh shit he passed out shocker Can't even blame him because I took his girl and rocked her Took him to the morgue and we had to escort him Couldn't handle my vibe according the post-mortem I'm the spitting racoon I'll go dig through your trash Hit the dash, get the cash leave the fucking rest to ash Like I'm a caveman I can't behave man The chef, the chef is what you fucking crave man Chilling with the squadron like a colony of ants When this song is over you may fucking poop your pants And I'll make you go ape that your hanging off the fence So when it gets intense at least the zoo is my defense So what will it be a pint, glass or bottle Heiny on the set were going full fucking throttle So what will it be a pint, glass or bottle Heiny on the set were going full fucking throttle So what will it be a pint, glass or bottle Heiny on the set were going full fucking throttle
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