Jeremaki - Maki Wit Da Wok

Chef Master Maki cutting fish but leaving poison
Have 'em seasoned, Have em' boiling niggas knees under the toilet
They enjoyed it, I deployed it, I'd avoid it but you're not me
New to the game, You should get a copy

Killing niggas with the demo is my hobby
Guppies out the pond Correspond when this Glock speak
Welcome to the shop, Lemme set you to a hot seat
Sit down and BOP, you dropped, you shocked, got beef

Strap Master Maki I'm blacker than conger
Fat motherfucking rookie smacker like Tonpa
Pack all the IV's in case you're a goner
And if you wanna try these get baked in the sauna

Boiled or Broiled, your spoiled trash shit
Bouyant nigga going splash in a packet
Packed in some soy sauce drowned in the bowl
Ate up in some ramen by a 5-year-old

Mean mugging nigga all up in my store
Means nothing nigga gut you right up at the door
Machine running Hitta called got a bitch galore
So green-blooded killers get the fuck up out my store

We ain't got dough, complain to joe
Oh you still tryna rob us here's your pain to go
Feed your brain with pho, have you lain in snow
Jimmy bring the fuckin torch (Ok) Aim and blow

Fuck with me niggas fuckin wit the chef master
Wok in my hand, BAM, to the next platter
Fuck with me, niggas ducking chicken breast splatters
Rocked with a peg leg, call it Zeff blaster

You ain't getting one piece from the headmaster
Gotta catch the beast, I release, the tech clatters
Gratatata then it's Atatata
Jimmy cuts the fuckin leash and she munch on all the jackers

Written by:
Jeremiah Grier

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