Chef Boyardee Lyrics

I'm sitting on top shelf

No one above me

Top chef, chef boyardee

Take your bars and hang from them lightly

They'll fall apart if i squeeze them too tightly

You can call it art but that's a skeeze in a white tee

With that hepatitis disease yeah that type c

You'll get laryngitis trying to out recite me

You don't scare me the slightest because I am an og

Don't care if i die don't give a fuck if i od

If i get the pie then I'm taking the whole piece Hang you out to dry

As if you were an old fleece

I am not that guy don't act like you know me

Skinnydice nothing nice fuck with me and you will die

I will pull out my knife and I will poke it in your eye

Listen i have told you once don't make me have to tell you twice

Roll up on me if you're blunt I'll smoke your ass and end your life

Showing up you know I'm fixing to win homie

Blowing up like my religion depends on me

Growing up no I had no money to spend on me

Smoke it up I'm three sheets to the wind homie

Got beef with me i got beefaroni

Knock you off your feet feed you chef boyardee

You can't compete you are too retarded

I am elite you are disregarded