[Verse]
Moussaka bubbling, stove top hot,
Farts in the air, what the oven forgot.
Eggplant layers, stacked like a scheme,
But the gas got me floating like a midnight dream.
[Chorus]
Moussaka sizzle, stomach gon' bark,
Farts in the dark, leave a sulfurous mark.
Culinary chaos, my stomach gone rogue,
Chef with a mic, dropping odors in the vogue.
[Verse 2]
Greek vibes, but my belly don’t lie,
Moussaka’s revenge, hitting clouds in the sky.
Cinnamon spice, bechamel so clean,
But the aftermath’s foul, tearing up the scene.
[Bridge]
Yo, gas attack, like a cannon I blast,
Echo through the room, leaving y’all aghast.
Kitchen warfare, it's a savory duel,
But my stomach’s a rebel, breaking every rule.
[Verse 3]
Fork hits the plate, and the flavors ignite,
But the gas aftermath, it’s a toxic fight.
Moussaka’s my muse, but my gut’s outta tune,
Blame the beans and the spice under the moon.
[Chorus]
Moussaka sizzle, stomach gon' bark,
Farts in the dark, leave a sulfurous mark.
Culinary chaos, my stomach gone rogue,
Chef with a mic, dropping odors in the vogue.