Chef Bobby Flay Introduced me to succulent shrimps Cracked and peeled the shrimp -Offering- A curious palate a gift As if I stopped to think that They scavenge the sea Just de-vein That tender morsel for me Butter the pan Add Onions and shit Portions for a God Do me a favor – Crack that window The searing onions irritate my eyes Can’t cook if I’m blind Gourmet Styles Chefing The best the sea has to offer Muting the phone Ignoring all callers Plating the dish I get my garnish and shit Creating Images of fine cuisine A squeeze of lemon To complete the vision I forgot to mention I’m allergic To Shellfish . . . Slave to a palate labeled as selfish . But . I don’t know how to be . Anyone else . But . Chris . Maybe I should Play pretend… and get an alias… . . . CTFU!!! Fried Chicken ft. Busta Rhymes - Nas
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