[Verse 1: Chef Pee Pee] In the kitchen, I'm the king, the master of the heat, But in Braxton's crib, it's like my beats got no beat. Todd and Junior, always on my case, Like a pair of hungry hyenas, snarling at my face. They say my food's a joke, like it's from a clown's cafe, But little do they know, I'm about to blow up like a sweet treat. I'm mixing flavors like a DJ spins a track, But to them, it's just a culinary disaster, ack ack! They say my stew's got more pee than a golden shower, But I'm cooking with love, like a mother, no cap, no power. [Verse 2: Chef Pee Pee] They say my spaghetti's got more knots than a sailor's rope, But I'm just trying to serve 'em hope on a plate of hope. My meatloaf's got more drama than a soap opera, But deep down, I know that I'm the dopest chef they'll ever know, yo. They laugh and jeer, their words cut like a knife, But I'll sharpen up my skills, cut through their strife. I'll whip up a storm, a gourmet hurricane, Make 'em taste the rainbow, in a way that's never been. [Chorus: Bowser Junior and Todd] Chef Pee Pee, your cooking sucks, Chef Pee Pee, your cooking sucks, uh-huh. Chef Pee Pee, your cooking sucks, And every time we eat it, we're like, "What the...?" Yeah, uh, it's true. [Verse 3: Chef Pee Pee] But here's the twist, in this tragic tale, I've got a secret ingredient, it's called "never fail." I'll turn their frowns upside down with a sprinkle of this magic, And when they taste it, they'll finally get the message. I'm not just cooking food, I'm cooking up a plan, To show these fools, I'm more than their little man. I'll blend the beats of the streets with a pinch of flair, And serve 'em up a dish that'll make 'em say, "Who's the best in here?" [Bridge: Chef Pee Pee] So watch me rise, from the ashes of despair, With every pot I stir, every dish that I prepare. I'll prove them wrong, with a symphony of flavor, And make 'em choke on their words, like a mouthful of caviar. [Verse 4: Chef Pee Pee] My kitchen's a battleground, a battle of the wills, But I'm Chef Pee Pee, and I've got skills. I'll flip the script, like a pancake in a pan, And show 'em what I can do, like a chef's version of Spider-Man. With beats dropping hotter than a habanero, They'll feel the heat, they'll know it's no mere zero. My dishes will dance, my flavors will flow, And when they taste it, their mouths will glow. [Chorus: Bowser Junior and Todd] Chef Pee Pee, your cooking sucks, Chef Pee Pee, your cooking sucks, yeah. Chef Pee Pee, your cooking sucks, uh-huh. But now we're like, "Whoa, let's go!" [Verse 5: Chef Pee Pee] Now they're begging for a taste of what I've got, They can't get enough, they want the hot sauce shot. I've gone from zero to a Michelin star, And all because I never stopped cooking, no matter how far. So here's the ballad of Chef Pee Pee, the unsung hero, Turning no's into go's, like a burnt burrito. In the end, it's all about the love for the grind, And when you doubt me, just remember, I'm always on time. [Outro: Bowser Junior and Todd] Chef Pee Pee, you did it, man, Your cooking's off the chain, like a circus in Japan. We're sorry for the doubt, we were just plain mean, But now we see, you're the king of the culinary scene. Chef Pee Pee, you're the best, We'll never mess with your kitchen quest. So keep on cooking, keep on spicing, Cause now we're all just dying for a taste of your delicious beasting. [End Chorus: Bowser Junior and Todd] Chef Pee Pee, your cooking's tight, Chef Pee Pee, you're out of sight. Chef Pee Pee, you're cooking's fire, And every time we eat it, we just desire. Yeah, uh-huh, that's right.
[Verse 1: Chef Pee Pee]
In the kitchen, I'm the king, the master of the heat,
But in Braxton's crib, it's like my beats got no beat.
Todd and Junior, always on my case,
Like a pair of hungry hyenas, snarling at my face.
They say my food's a joke, like it's from a clown's cafe,
But little do they know, I'm about to blow up like a sweet treat.
I'm mixing flavors like a DJ spins a track,
But to them, it's just a culinary disaster, ack ack!
They say my stew's got more pee than a golden shower,
But I'm cooking with love, like a mother, no cap, no power.
[Verse 2: Chef Pee Pee]
They say my spaghetti's got more knots than a sailor's rope,
But I'm just trying to serve 'em hope on a plate of hope.
My meatloaf's got more drama than a soap opera,
But deep down, I know that I'm the dopest chef they'll ever know, yo.
They laugh and jeer, their words cut like a knife,
But I'll sharpen up my skills, cut through their strife.
I'll whip up a storm, a gourmet hurricane,
Make 'em taste the rainbow, in a way that's never been.
[Chorus: Bowser Junior and Todd]
Chef Pee Pee, your cooking sucks,
Chef Pee Pee, your cooking sucks, uh-huh.
Chef Pee Pee, your cooking sucks,
And every time we eat it, we're like, "What the...?"
Yeah, uh, it's true.
[Verse 3: Chef Pee Pee]
But here's the twist, in this tragic tale,
I've got a secret ingredient, it's called "never fail."
I'll turn their frowns upside down with a sprinkle of this magic,
And when they taste it, they'll finally get the message.
I'm not just cooking food, I'm cooking up a plan,
To show these fools, I'm more than their little man.
I'll blend the beats of the streets with a pinch of flair,
And serve 'em up a dish that'll make 'em say, "Who's the best in here?"
[Bridge: Chef Pee Pee]
So watch me rise, from the ashes of despair,
With every pot I stir, every dish that I prepare.
I'll prove them wrong, with a symphony of flavor,
And make 'em choke on their words, like a mouthful of caviar.
[Verse 4: Chef Pee Pee]
My kitchen's a battleground, a battle of the wills,
But I'm Chef Pee Pee, and I've got skills.
I'll flip the script, like a pancake in a pan,
And show 'em what I can do, like a chef's version of Spider-Man.
With beats dropping hotter than a habanero,
They'll feel the heat, they'll know it's no mere zero.
My dishes will dance, my flavors will flow,
And when they taste it, their mouths will glow.
[Chorus: Bowser Junior and Todd]
Chef Pee Pee, your cooking sucks,
Chef Pee Pee, your cooking sucks, yeah.
Chef Pee Pee, your cooking sucks, uh-huh.
But now we're like, "Whoa, let's go!"
[Verse 5: Chef Pee Pee]
Now they're begging for a taste of what I've got,
They can't get enough, they want the hot sauce shot.
I've gone from zero to a Michelin star,
And all because I never stopped cooking, no matter how far.
So here's the ballad of Chef Pee Pee, the unsung hero,
Turning no's into go's, like a burnt burrito.
In the end, it's all about the love for the grind,
And when you doubt me, just remember, I'm always on time.
[Outro: Bowser Junior and Todd]
Chef Pee Pee, you did it, man,
Your cooking's off the chain, like a circus in Japan.
We're sorry for the doubt, we were just plain mean,
But now we see, you're the king of the culinary scene.
Chef Pee Pee, you're the best,
We'll never mess with your kitchen quest.
So keep on cooking, keep on spicing,
Cause now we're all just dying for a taste of your delicious beasting.
[End Chorus: Bowser Junior and Todd]
Chef Pee Pee, your cooking's tight,
Chef Pee Pee, you're out of sight.
Chef Pee Pee, you're cooking's fire,
And every time we eat it, we just desire.
Yeah, uh-huh, that's right.
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Thank me later.
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