Stir Fry

[Chorus: Diggs Duke]
Make you say "mmm"
All up in your mix
Well seasoned with a nice kick
Gather my ingredients for the right dish
[?] hot, let me get a bite quick
Make you say "mmm"
We here to feed ya
We here to please ya and it's free
No tricks, no fees, but this is for the [?]
ProbCause, would ya take it over for me, please?

[Verse 1: ProbCause]
I'm all up in the mix, well seasoned with a nice kick
Simmerin' for so long, right blend o' spices
I think you'll like this, a little bit o' everything
Some'tin' for everyone, you gon' wanna bite quick
And savor every flavor, get your weight up
Tip your waiter where you ate up all your plate, 'cause your date's with
Nothin' left for later, not a taste goes to waste
The recipe'll satisfy exactly what you crave
It's a special occasion
Diverse combination
Break out the crystal for a toast while we're bakin'
Watch the dough rise, let us entertain you
Wine and dine, 'cause we all got a plateful
But we ain't full, goin' back for seconds
Ingredients the freshest, dinner, lunch or breakfast
The best produce, organic herbs, try
To chop a little bit o' everything: stir fry

[Verse 2: Diverse]
Bon appétit, mangia
And no petite hunger
Pass the peas, please, don't eat meat no longer, but beef well
New York strip, porterhouse
Master chef, magic presto
Look what I made: a manifesto for culinary artists
Though gluttony's one o' da seven deadly sins, regardless, feast
I'm tryin' to reach numbers like the golden arches
Over a million served
Over the hill, the nerve o' them
Observe as I make them eat their words
And a slice o' humble pie to die for for dessert
Search after dinner mint, went to green and cinnamon
Rave reviews, but ain't just the food
'Cause the fruit is the labor belabored until it's juice
Sip o' this sweet wine paired with an amuse-bouche
They say you are what you consume, mmm

[Chorus: Diggs Duke]
Make you say "mmm"
All up in your mix
Well seasoned with a nice kick
Gather my ingredients for the right dish
[?] hot, let me get a bite quick
Make you say "mmm"
We here to feed ya
We here to please ya and it's free
No tricks, no fees, but this is for the [?]
Psalm One, would ya take it over for me, please?

[Verse 3: Psalm One]
Your claim goin' [?] when I open up your rhyme book
It reveals nothin' more than a line cook
Time to roast and Mary do smoke
I'mma lay it on the counter, write about a butter rub
Celebrate a chef and I'll reject your corn [?]
Decorate and freshen it like I was born spiffy
Slop it up with some'tin' with those [?]
Used to fuck with Paula Deen, the food tried to kill me
Hey, the formula is simple
Your porridge if borin' and I get more with the fizzle
Little bitches react with a normal [?] for crystal
Shit, I'll leave your courage on the griddle, now riddle me that
Whose goose is in the fridge, get the pickling
I'mma throw in everything but the kitchen sink
And I don't really care what you itches think
Honey, your are not in rotation, you in rotisserie

[Chorus: Diggs Duke]
Make you say "mmm"
All up in your mix
Well seasoned with a nice kick
Gather my ingredients for the right dish
[?] hot, let me get a bite quick
Make you say "mmm"
Make you say "mmm"
Make you say "mmm"