Some Chilli Oil for the Table Please?

(I sent the U-Haul Come on now, I sent the U-Haul down there) Spectators amazed at skills Glitch in the booth displayin Couldn't tell that yet? Then there's no use explainin When they put me in the grave there'll be Q-Tip playin Dead kids confused, I see a few decayin (are ye messin?) Couldn't get to kip in the nights I was missin the bliss from the gifts of the vice Still slick with the mic, spittin like am whippin up a Dish to entice with one whiff of the spice, I mean Seems these snakes stuck in their ways An we're chillin in the peaceful waves Bughead an a tray of fresh mussels in Southeastern Spain Bathin all day in Mediterranean rays Behave, just might let ye meet me Three three: Kareem, green MVP You keep lookin but your stare's ugly Ye don't hate me, ye hate that your bed loves me, Glitch Ha, sing Al Green in the shower Two whiffs, lad, this green is just too power Use bars to diffuse me true powers Dudes cower, excuse me if am late by like two hours Am amused but fumin at the same time Sidestep from the side line an kick tight rhymes With Glitch sippin white wine, ooo, it's my time Might just heist your ice, hide it for a lifetime Dice ye up an make ye cry like onions Watch your stuff, I might Knick ye like Jay Brunson Veggies stay munchin, pray the cayenne isn't too much spice Brain bustin from the sizzlin food stuff, (ah) High floater, your time is finally over Fly low, slip past all the minor opponents Glitch an O's a sign to retire Your focus is better spent elsewhere, your rhymin is hopeless We don't quit, never give up on a loose ball Though she's one of the core, I got a few more Told her let the best woman win like RuPaul I'm the Truth, I sent youse the U-Haul We don't quit, never give up on a loose ball Though she's one of the core, I got a few more Told her let the best woman win like RuPaul I'm the Truth, I sent youse the U-Haul (An I said to myself, yeno wha You've gotta start your day with positivity Because if you don't start it with positivity It's gonna be a negative day, isn't it?) Glitch, uh (Let's go home Let's go home ladies and gentlemen Let's go home) Definition of a chef, Z-Bo with the left You see no withered threads, gettin ready to Bless the flavour, Aretha way I take respect Tender steak, I will baste to death Break eggs, scramblin, actually passin the dregs Pants saggin, spatula spill chilli on colourful webs Reminisce a couple regrets, mustard spread Am honestly offerin something that you couldn't forget Crack crabs, suckin succulent legs, garlic butter baguettes Becomin Boogie when them buttons are pressed Bumpin Busta an Meth, see these dead kids Stutter an sweat sayin I should've been teched, uh Leave em looking perplexed, or with full stomachs If the oven is prepped, spinach exquisite The fish fresh spit signature dishes, some in excess Brother your spice cupboard's a mess Lad, they haven't even got a spice cupboard Entice mothers cos I'm nice, might summon my Blue Eyes White Dragon to wipe your life points and Swipe your nice cards as mine, you little tight fucker Rappers bones in me crops to boost em You're best goin home cos you're not producin Fuse seeds for delectable fruits Scran oozin with juice so much the beard needs a shampooin Yeah, am someone you're not foolin Fake jewels amusin, am fuelled by music, you're clueless Make soup with produce I grew in my spare room An I might share too if ye stop with the goofin (Big O) Amused but fumin at the same time Insane rhymes when I state my case This is play time, I'll dream shake for Hakeem's sake Don't eat steak unless it's made of meat from a freak's face