C H E F B O Y A R D EE Lyrics

I'll pop your ravioli,

You want beefaroni?

I'll pop your ravioli

Your ravioli

uh-huh

Susbrah

Uh-huh

Uh-huh

Chef Boyardee with the wrist, yes sir

Chef Boyardee with the wrist, yes sir

Chef Boyardee with the wrist, yes sir

Chef Boyardee with the wrist, yes sir

Chef Boyardee Chef Chef Boyardee

Chef Boyardee with the wrist, yes sir

Chef Boyardee Chef Chef Boyardee

Chef Boyardee with the wrist, yes sir

Gordon Ramsay with the pot

Bobby Flay I whip the rock

And then I go serve up to Rachael Ray to get some top

Feel like Wolfgang Puck

But this ain't Wolfgang Punk

I spent all day drunk to meditate like I'm a monk

I be Lil Jon Crunk

You got a Lil John huh?

I'm a big white boy

If I'm in my bag you better buck

You better duck like quack, quack, quack

I grab my strap and then relapse

To leave your pussy stinking like I swabbed him with a pap

I took his soul up off the map

By putting hole's upside his back

My momma told me to relax

But they were bullying in class

My momma said relax

But they were bullying in class

Chef Boyardee with the wrist, yes sir

Chef Boyardee with the wrist, yes sir

Chef Boyardee with the wrist, yes sir

Chef Boyardee Chef Chef Boyardee

Chef Boyardee with the wrist, yes sir

Chef Boyardee with the wrist, yes sir

Chef Boyardee with the wrist, yes sir

Chef Boyardee Chef Chef Boyardee

You want beefaroni?

I'll pop your ravioli

Yeah the top is lonely

Cause I lost all of my homies

You a bitch lasagna

Cause you don't want none of these problems

I count parmesana

You boys ain't been counting nada

Watch me mack and cheese

With the hoes I'm tryna please

You get left limp noodle like some damn spaghetti

You blow mini o's bitch we blow the whole thing

You a silly hoe your skin is like a fucking bean

It's black like pac

I'm white like crack

You might just rot

cause your mad im fat

Yeah

cause your mad im fat?