NA COZINHA! Lyrics

The lights are on, I guess mom and dad are still up

How'd ya like to come in and have a sandwich

They'd be glad to see you

Yeah

Eat slowly and chew thoroughly

Yeah

Hungry for the kitchen all day

Chef Escobar, the multi-race phenomenon

Fastin' fruity loops, beat Ramadan

God from the 615, live by the Parthenon

Servin' parmesan is half my life until they realize that I'm a champion -on

Three six to infinity a nonagon

Hell is empty, get some armor on

Days of reckoning they happen plenty, so fuck Papa John

He ain't no fuckin' chef, fuck the Papa

Bourdain, Antoine

I got the matching scorpion, I'm just like him

It's been me who I've been plottin' on

The don of the mix, mister slick

I run the restaurant

Chef Escobar

He was tired

And he just didn't have any appetite

Na cozinha

Na na na na na na, na cozinha

Na na na na na na, na cozinha

Na na na na na na, na cozinha

Na na na na na na, na cozinha

Na na na na na na, na cozinha

Na na na na na na, na cozinha

Na na na na na na, na cozinha

Na na na na na na, na cozinha

Where do I go, I'm so strung out today

Not in my zone, can't reach my mind it's so far away

Like what do I say (what do I say)

I need some thoughts to convey, not decay

My mind is a cave, I'm so blind to see

Right in front of my face

Caught up in an endless daze

Lead feet keep my stuck in my ways

Dead trees ain't cheap for plays

Here it goes

Na na na na na na, na cozinha

Na na na na na na, na cozinha

Na na na na na na, na cozinha

Na na na na na na, na cozinha

Na na na na na na, na cozinha

Na na na na na na, na cozinha

Na na na na na na, na cozinha

Na na na na na na, na cozinha

Hold on everybody, here it comes