Kitchen Inferno (Burnin' Up the Food)

(Verse 1) Yo, let me tell you 'bout my friend, he's a chef in disguise, But when it comes to cookin', man, he just can't rise. Simple recipes, like toast or eggs sunny-side, But every time he tries, it's a culinary homicide. (Pre-Chorus) Smoke alarms go off, neighbors knockin' on the door, Charred remains on the stove, can't take it no more. Got the fire extinguisher on standby, But his kitchen skills, man, they make me cry. (Chorus) Burnin' up the food, he's a master of disaster, Turnin' easy meals into a kitchen plaster. Flames risin' high, smokin' up the place, But we laugh it off, it's his culinary grace. (Verse 2) He's got a knack for turnin' up the heat too high, Tryin' to impress, but he's makin' us sigh. Charcoal burgers, pasta glued to the pot, His cooking adventures, man, they hit the spot. (Pre-Chorus) YouTube tutorials, recipes on his phone, But the end result, it's a meal unknown. Got the fire department on speed dial, But he's still cookin' with that mischievous smile. (Chorus) Burnin' up the food, he's a master of disaster, Turnin' easy meals into a kitchen plaster. Flames risin' high, smokin' up the place, But we laugh it off, it's his culinary grace. (Bridge) But hey, it's all in good fun, we gather 'round the table, Toastin' to his efforts, even if we're not able. He brings us together, with his burnt cuisine, Friendship's what matters, that's the recipe we glean. (Chorus) Burnin' up the food, he's a master of disaster, Turnin' easy meals into a kitchen plaster. Flames risin' high, smokin' up the place, But we laugh it off, it's his culinary grace. (Outro) So here's to my friend, with his cookin' escapades, Burn marks and smoke clouds, in his kitchen charades. No matter the outcome, we're in it together, His burnt offerings, they'll be remembered forever.