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Forum Cypher 2
[Verse 1: Murkman]
Thy tongue is thy sword, since, the vocabulary minces as the cutlery
You pastry bakers? Simmered and elementary, while my skills are culinary
These dishes I throw out, so gustatory to the buds
That I have FDA Inspectors constantly, triple-checking
For GMO’s in my cooking, so I informed them straight up
“Ain’t no hoes, allowed in this kitchen!”
They walked in disappointment, chuckled “You better or
I’ll make that swine snout, oink!” hot pointy-poking, these porky pigs
So my internal temperature cooled down as my Wellington’s rose
In the oven, the gluttons salivate, ravenously waiting
For my waiters, to dish out the weighted plates
Saw my rivals in sawed halves, who entitle themselves sous chefs
(Ha) More like the main course, served to my dinner guests!
Prepping Dr. Seuss, to be broth in this batch, of Egyptian soup
You fishes will be grilled, next to my Red Snapper, and Blue Bass
Lambs to be chopped then slaughtered, with the force of Wu’s crew

[Verse 2: Gold]
Got bitches is my crib and them bitches working
Louis with the Gucci n***as say I’m perping
AK-47 bitch I need a turban
Lambo on The Lodge bitch you see me swerving

[Verse 3: Halfadelic]
I got bitches
You got bitches
Tell yo bitches come over
If they ratchet lets get ratchet and pull up in that ‘rover