masterchef

 im the foundation of dreams

cup of desires, ruler of the streams

fire flows through me in a way with no (measure, measure)

holding up through the lows for my own (pleasure, pleasure)

holding up the ideal

warrior to the seams

and if you ask me


for what purpose must i bleed 

deep, primal need

into a senseless dance

just follow my lead

lets run out and take to the street 


bada bing boom boom, big bang

out here making big bank

ha, shing unseathe and shang-

cut!

vroom, zoom, tokyo drift 

drive!

crashing into your head

(feel alive!)

ringing all the bells, cling clang

reverberate like ying n yang


swallowing up bullets of lead

love and hate me, ill make you mad

spin you dizzy and catch you when youre sad

turn you queasy, paint you red

im the worlds most wanted man

they want my head


eyes on me

a bunch of unthinkables ill make you believe

ill have you on your knees 

pleading to stay, and for me not to leave

then i will hold you to (tension, tension)

hey, man of your dreams here

may i have your (attention, attention)

hey, did you hear me

or do i have to make the suggestive (intentional, intentional)


bada bing boom boom big bang

out here making big bank

ha, shing unseathe and shang- 

cut!

have a slice of tension

itll help wonders for retention 

may your pulse have your attention

i make your heart beat, thats intentional


taking it to my own hands

making use of my allure 

striking body bathing in a gory crimson red

going for the kill

dont i look a tad good in the glory of the thrill


pack you up with adrenaline 

salted and heated, ready to be served

compliments to the chef would be deserved

but goddamm the fans are voracious

they want me for dessert

need their dopamine, and my tenacious spicy nerve


have my effort dripping into the chalice

everyones desperate for a lick

and then you whine about it so i give you a golden wine kick

drink it up, drink it up

flood the boundaries until it overfills

grasp at straws until you make it up the hills 

combat your thirst with the molten ichor pills


bada bing bada boom, big bang

out there making big bank

ha, shing unseathe and shang- 

cut!

cats out of the bag

whether win or lose

its certain the truths come up loose

while everyones dealing with the aftermath of words so nuclear

coolguys dont look at explosions

putting on my shades, victory in slow motion 

already made you feel motivation beyond

 measure

youre one of my trophies 

this whole dealie was for my own pleasure

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