Recipe

[Tone]

No I don't roll in dough, but I do keep it real though

And when I hit the grill I'm all up on beast mode

You know I'm putting nothing but love in them bowls

Because shortcuts are merely cheat codes

So all standard ingredients are given free flow

Because true taste must die to the monotony

And be perfectly spiced to please, quite utterly

Palates are no small thing to tweak arbitrarily

Now I don't even need to be what I was meant to be

So I'll be who I am, with a pinch of Emeril's "Bam"!

Mixing and blending all of those flavors harnessed

With relish and without any of the pretentious garnish

The enemy thought I was beaten, like so many eggs

But they only whipped me into a full frenzy for days

Masterfully repurposed from all of the broken pieces

Firmly formed from many a dream chased endlessly

Now all of them visions are eagerly sticking to me

And if you became angry with this spill that you heard

It's probably just because I will never mince my words

But if you give it a taste, you'll thank me afterwards

And compliment me for the greatest hors d'oeuvres

You know what they say about heat in the kitchen

I'll just leave it at that to keep with appropriate diction