Grismer - chef boyardee on the pier >:3

Oh yeah, baby, you already know where we fuckin' at
We at the muthafuckin' crib, eating Chef Boyardee
Mommy, I want muthafuckin' Chef, please
I got my Chef Boyardee, and I'm eating at the pier, at the Santa Monica Pier
That's where I am eating Chef, specifically, the Beefy Oli, cuz I love it
I love that Beefy Oli, Oli, Oli
I'm eating Chef Boyardee, on the Santa Monica Pier
I'm eating Chef Boyardee, on the Santa Monica Pier
And then I get the Beefy Oli, mix it up with Ravioli
I get those two mixed up
They both be the same, but I don't know, they still, they still taste good
I want it in my mouth, cuz I'm eating Chef Boyardee, at the Santa Monica Pier
But hold up, I see something's wrong over here
There's something wrong with, there's something wrong with the Beefy Oli
It's not cooked, it's uncooked, this shit is crude
I cannot eat this, I'm going to have stomach problems
I feel a weird sensation in my stomach, I feel a weird bacterial infection
Could it be that the Beefy Oli has made me ill, because I have eaten it uncooked
This cannot be, I am mourning, I am grieving
Mommy, I wanted Chef
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Written by:
Alexis Gomez

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