Illiterate chefs are unknown ‘cause to cook you gotta be intelligent

Am I the best chef???? Of course, but that’s irrelevant
Morning or night, pancakes or fried rice

The situation don’t matter, cause cookings a part of my life
Home-made pies are one to be admired
Every time I make one of them it fills my deepest desires

Bakin, or grillin, I’ll do whatever, it don’t matter to me
Eatin traditional uk fried fish, wouldn’t be the same without the batter to me
Somethings wrong? hell nah, not when im showin my tricks
Tellin me I cant cook aint true, ‘cause im like Delia Smith

Cookin’ will always be my speciality, and aint no-one gon’ turn me
Hence the reason why on Special occasions I put my time into makin’ turkeys
Extend my the quality of my work, until it meets expections
Food is my life, and I wanna get to the pro’s , im sick of waitin

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