[Intro]
Whew
Ether of the year coming soon....
This boy chef been getting on my nerves
Man this boy chef knows he’s getting on me nerves
Nervously making nerve-racking noises, yet I haven’t said a word
Up until this point, now he getting what he deserves

[Verse 1]
Look, shaolin chef
Why do you even fathom being the best
It’s clear with me here it’ll be a quest
I promise I’ll bury you and put you into rest
Fuck with me, leave you like reverse salad preparations; undressed
Fuck my girl all night while you only getting siblings; incest
Run up at me I’ll have your foot with a fucking bayonet
I’m gonna get you got, I’m getting good at not getting shit
This man saying he got a diss record for me?
Couldn’t say keep more than a Beastie album in 2016
That’s not being mean, it being as realistic as can be
B I’m running through this chef with a machine
Gunning through him, M-16
Storm blundering through his house, hit the TV
I don’t wanna do this to you
Ever since my medship I’ve been cool with you
Gave me OG advice and that was nice of you
But I’m the newer wave, so imma have to off you
Everything I’ve been saying is all true
This is my opportunity, I’m capitalizing ON IT
Shout out to AllCaps who watches, but is never on it
Oops! Fam let’s just keep it between us, I just wanted to be honest
But you ain’t never fucked, you have a list, I’m not on it
Get in my way, you’ll be demolished
Bitch I’m a classic just like The Chronic
That Caribbean blood is on it
Got that reggae like I’m Chronixx
Couldn’t regulate me, if I proceed to drop addictive shit; bars of dope
Cleanin' out all you dusty n***as; bars of soap
You struggle to get rich with gold bars of hope
Shit about to get messy like is Barcalon…
Nah nah bitch I’m running through, coming through, gunning through
Wait this is repetitive
What would you do? If you could choose the dude to lose who is competitive
I’m a goat you a cow go moo you losing foolish little kid
Whew this is gonna move this dude up the latter bitch

[Sample]
Nah chef is my dawg fam
I’d die for that n***a
But when you call out Jay like that
That’s when all hell breaks loose…

[Verse 2]
And to anyone making fun of the one
Who is coming to rescue you
From the tragedy that’ll be the state of hip hop
I’ll make a cap lock in the jaw
Or a few cause I’m raw
Like I’m WWE, flush you down the John
While I’m on the scene
Being mean to everyone that’ll be dissing me
All this pissing me off with the bullshit
That’ll be hitting me and it’s starting to make me sick
Of the stupid shit
That can only be cured by a lick
That good potent product shit
Be hitting the lungs
Be smoking shit like how I just smoked this one
N***a named Shaolin Chef
Finna catch a body and give this man a beautiful death
I’m spitting lyrical content so good it’s literal
That Imma be the God, not even metaphorical
Shouts to Meta the realest med in the forum you know
Yeah you know I’m from the nation
That was originally run by that Haitian
Rap n***a was a sensation
Put his name in bold using that ALLCAPSification
Put a shoe print on Marco’s Polo
Y'all know I’m at the top
If you didn’t know now you do know
Don’t fuck with Young Toronto

[Outro]
This isn’t meant to be taken seriously. Me and chef are pretty close. He probably won’t respond to this because this isn’t real beef. M.A.D.D Squad