I stuffed my face with high-fat foods and sugar
i make a crooked little smile with my mouth full of your food
what i want, what i want is just your leftovers
i ate your food again only to escape what i hated eating
i must be twice the weight of your daddy
your not gunna eat what he dont want to make
what i eat disgusts him
he wants to kill me for getting take out
because he spent 9 hours slaving over a burning hot stove
the green peas
it needs some more salt
it needs some more salt
i wear this cooking hat because you have to eat what i make
it needs some more salt
they try to beg me not to cook stuff
don't want to barbeque
i have all rotten teeth, my hands are covered with sauce
my kitchen skin's a mouthsore-oil-free-cooking-pan
you better eat
my food
because
i am your chef
it needs some more salt
it needs some more salt
i wear this cooking hat because you have to eat what i make
it needs some more salt