Chef's Diss

[Verse] Chef in the kitchen, cooking up fire, Gang huddle up but they can't spit no higher. Pat-nd-Cue, got 'em quaking—watch they retire, Shaking more than a leaf in a hurricane's ire. [Chorus] Slicing through the streets, cleaver sharp, Chef cut the gang, now they singing in the park. Safety recipes, dishing out the charts, Gang's poison gone, just a culinary art. [Verse 2] Baker's apron, got 'em shook, trembling knees, Whipping up justice like some creme brulees with ease. Gang's tough talk turned to pleas and wheeze, Catch the dish, hot potato, flee from this breeze. [Chorus] Slicing through the streets, cleaver sharp, Chef cut the gang, now they singing in the park. Safety recipes, dishing out the charts, Gang's poison gone, just a culinary art. [Bridge] Sauce pan slammer, break they chatter, Whisk away the threats, nothing but batter. Chop-chop action, gang's ego scatter, Throw 'em in the pot, let 'em simmer—no matter. [Verse 3] Prep table tales, got a legend in the making, Gang thought they kings, now just quaking. Chess board, checkmate, ain't no mistaking, Chef's in the kitchen, no breath worth taking.