.[Verse 1]
The chefs are in the alleyway throwing down
They're high on PCP when I'm around
They don't recall a thing or their favourite meal
'Til they are coming down
You smack me in the eyes and take my sight
You cut my world in half, baby, you're my knife
A bag of.
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