Roasted Veggies: A Diss Track Lyrics

Got my apron on, it's dinner tonight

Gonna roast these veggies, flame 'em just right

First comes mushroom, you might get a pass

But you look kinda ick and taste a lot ass!

Yo potato, yo' mama so dry, it's tragic

Even the gravy can't work enough magic!

Sweet potato, lemme tell ya somethin'

You're just a potato cosplayin' a pumpkin!

Roastin' veggies, flames so high

Droppin' sick burns, makin' onions cry

Rhymes like knives, cuttin' veggies so deep

They're in my kitchen, but can't take the heat!

Yo broccoli, think you're like a tiny forest?

You smell like farts though, wouldn't touch you if I was forced

And your sister cauliflower, could she be any more bland?

She's only good for making boiled chicken seem grand!

Artichoke, is that Vegeta's hair I see?

Over nine thousand leaves, but no flavor for me!

Rutabaga, why you even here?

Your relevance, girl, is quite unclear

Roastin' veggies, flames so high

Droppin' sick burns, makin' onions cry

Rhymes like knives, cuttin' veggies so deep

They're in my kitchen, but can't take the heat!

Cabbage, cabbage, you bring the smell

Every meal with you turns into hell

Or your sister brussels sprout, death gas green

The kid always picked last for dinner team

Yo carrot, nice spray tan - who you tryna fool?

And who said you could be in cake, ya tool?

Beet, stop trying to be dessert

Your sweetness is a joke, and your look's even worse

Roasted them veggies, flames so high

Dropped sick burns, made onions cry

Rhymes like knives, cut veggies so deep

They're in my kitchen, but couldn't take this heat!

So I flamed these veggies, roasted them all night

Dropped lines so fire, thought they'd cook just right

But here they are, raw as can be

Guess roasting doesn't work verbally!