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letra de owc - $tanza the rapper

[intro]
that’s right
when i say i’m stackin’ cheese, i mean it literally
and i don’t mean no laughing cow
nah, we keep it fancy
see, while you’re at a job you hate
i’m sharpening my sk!lls in the art of charcuterie
i’ve been at it for a year now, and i’ve learned a lot
so let me break it down for you

[verse]
i’m talkin’ cheddar, feta, mimolette
against the wall
we got ricotta salata, burrata, kalamata tapenade
challerhocker, lambchopper, and the pecorino
romano, grana padano, and artigiano vino
little bo peep countin’ sheep
and i be dreamin’ that i’m moses
i part the sea of fondue
a cart of brie, i’ll prop two
triplе cream, olive jubilee, and roquefort bluе
caught you peppadewin’ whatever you want
like a pig to the slaughter, i’mma put you in a coffin
often i have thoughts
rise the ranks and have lapdogs
never giggle when they’re givin’ me a half block
finish in a matter of minutes, they call me rap god (ohh)
ha
that’s “wrap” with a “w” (word)
does it trouble you i’m better with the b-tter, boo? (nah)
off a line when i’m cuttin’ in front of you (hey!)
cuz i’m greater at grating
you’re like a gator in gutter goo
and i’m garfield
like my lasagna hot
with mozzarella on top
beggin’ me to stop
but i’m piccante
brigante and bon vivant
you got me hoppy and you know that i’m a song savant
call me caprese, but i think you’re lazy
hazy from the basil, ain’t no ez tray
i separate the curds from the whey like a bird of prey
yeah i be rollin’ with the crows, what the murder say?
if you’re cravin’ a saint, go seek pete or agur
their penicillin got me reelin’
now i’m needin’ a cure
dub me the dairy devil (hehehe)
cuz we a couple of crooks
got the ‘belbo, ‘vetrano, like double the rooks
i studied the books of kbs
like a professor of queso
you come to the shop and get our best every day, so
don’t compare us to the opps (nuh-uh)
trade joe for walter, let bezos get mopped
yeah the baldy better pray that he’s got the receipt
cuz his store can’t perform like the one down the street (ahahaha)
heh
they learned that the hard way (yeah)
wegmaniacs lining up on broadway (they did)
spinnin’ the block on our inaugural day
i don a beret
comme si je parles français (yeah)
and if they call it “daffi-noise” i wanna swat ’em away
no choice, i gotta vomit if i swallow paté (ugh!)
goin’ gray like cave-aged manchego (ughh…)
praise comté
saved by the bell, no baby though
adjacent to the deli, shout out their prosciutto (word)
and danny got the drip
make your non-slip shoes go- woah!
smokin’ goat, rollin’ tomme fleur verte
tu sais que le gruyère sant absolument la merde (yuck)
you’re not prepared
but everyone’s aware we’re the best department (it’s true)
it’s not even close, so don’t try to start sh-
[outro]
hoho, can’t say that
it’s a family company after all
but yeah
o-dub-c
gang gang, we on top
yo, word to my limburger
praise gouda

- tanza the rapper

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