Bourdain

At the end of the day, I'm better than great And I don't really give a fuck how my competitors rate Dropped five classics on 'em, you could never relate By the end of the year, probably be seven or eight I'm so far ahead I could brake for the rest of the race Take my foot off the mothafuckin' pedal and skate They don't make instruments that can measure my pace We ain't the same, the difference is I could never be fake But the love is fake, so I treasure the hate It's my pleasure to take the head off a venomous snake I create masterpieces that get better with age I'll craft a thesis that makes an intelligent case For why these rappin' heathens would ever behave In this depraved manner to gain friends and some fame Quick to sell your soul for a Benz and a chain But it don't make sense if you don't have no pennies to save (Get it?) You don't have to be sorry No reservations, crashin' your party Circle back if they saw me I'm about to feast; I'm famished, I'm starving Cookin' up the beef like gourmet We bring the heat and we torch lames We came to eat off of your plate You should hang it up - Bourdain Do it with no hesitation Might cause some devastation White chalk and yellow tape it Lights off; Freddy, Jason This is how you measure greatness Don't help with investigations Outlaw on some Jesse James shit Goin' off the reservation Breakin' news on every station Shake the room whenever bass hit You can feel the tremors shake it Six degrees of Kevin Bacon Listen, we don't ever say shit Got the stick with me like Kenny Mason (Stick!) Hittin' trees and vegetation When the trigger's squeezed with no reservations You don't have to be sorry No reservations, crashin' your party Circle back if they saw me I'm about to feast; I'm famished, I'm starving Cookin' up the beef like gourmet We bring the heat and we torch lames We came to eat off of your plate You should hang it up - Bourdain You know I Kill Audio, Claudio Sanchez I'll spin the damn block and leave a lot of ya mans dead In a tinted Jag drop, black Glock and a black vest Or in a black Benz that I bought from a crackhead (Listen) I'm from a place where no fucks are given I'll tape your death and put it on the deluxe edition Tried to play with the big dogs, you just a kitten (Pussy) Run up quick, you might come up missin' You'll get filleted and fried like Kentucky Chicken They won't know who did it, no one's above suspicion I use my left hand to adjust the windage I'm droppin' Def Jams like Russell Simmons Who you know better with the lyrics or the punchlines? I'm so clever, it's mysterious I'm unsigned Feast or Famine, I been hearin' that it's lunch time And if it's beef, I'ma sear it till it's done right You don't have to be sorry No reservations, crashin' your party Circle back if they saw me I'm about to feast; I'm famished, I'm starving Cookin' up the beef like gourmet We bring the heat and we torch lames We came to eat off of your plate You should hang it up - Bourdain No reservations, let's start the show Body parts in several places, parts unknown No reservations, let's start the show Body parts in several places, parts unknown Too soon?