[Verse]
Kody with the toolkit, hammer in his hand,
Drywall whisperer, builds castles from sand.
Fixing pipes, swinging wrenches, never off-brand,
Owns the block with his sriracha command.
[Verse 2]
Spicy like his palate, jalapeño dreams,
Chews on blueprints, hot sauce in the seams.
Plaster Picasso, every wall a meme,
Painting MAGA hats like it’s his regime.
[Chorus]
Kody on the roof, shingles in the air,
Make a Trump Tower outta tables and chairs.
Sweat on his brow, chili in his stare,
Kody’s renovations got the neighbors in despair!
[Verse 3]
Screwdriver ninja, flow tight as caulk,
Crafts kitchens so fly they tell garlic to walk.
Rockin’ power saws, man’s work never balk,
Wears “Kiss the Cook” while cookin’ up talk.
[Bridge]
Plumbin' pipes, makin’ leaks disappear,
Struts with a drill, makes a chandelier.
Spice flows heavy; habanero near,
Kody’s power level got 'em cryin’ in fear.
[Verse 4]
Resin in his veins, grout in his soul,
Ruffles feathers like Trump on a poll.
Eatin’ ghost peppers while patchin’ a hole,
Duct tape deity, that’s how he rolls.