86’d the Weak

Hook (chant – aggressive)

Eighty-six the weak, clear the line, move fast
If you can’t hold heat, you ain’t built to last
Steel in my grip, hear the war drums speak
In this kitchen battlefield—we 86 the weak

Eighty-six the weak, yeah we cut no slack
Tickets piling high but I never crack
From the flame to the blade, to the fire I peak
If you fold under pressure—you get 86’d, weak

Verse 1

Ticket rail bending, yeah it’s sagging with pain
Printer spitting death like a war drum rain
Expo yelling loud, yeah the orders collide
This ain’t dinner service—this a war inside

Grease on my skin, got the scars to prove
Every burn mark earned, every cut a groove
You either lock in tight or you fall behind
Ain’t no mercy here for the weak of mind

Call back sharp, yeah I bark like lead
“Two mid-rare ribeyes! Fire now!”—I said
If you hesitate once, that’s a fatal flaw
In the land of flame we respect one law

Hook (repeat)

Eighty-six the weak, clear the line, move fast
If you can’t hold heat, you ain’t built to last
Steel in my grip, hear the war drums speak
In this kitchen battlefield—we 86 the weak

Verse 2

Flat top roaring like a dragon’s breath
Every second counts, yeah we flirting with death
Pan flip clean, no a single miss
Send it out perfect—no second guess

Cold side lagging? Then I step across
I don’t wait for help—I become the boss
From the fryer to grill, I control the flow
Like a shield wall tight when the horns all blow

Heard too many talk but they fade real quick
When the heat turn up they don’t move like this
I been through the fire, I adapt, I rise
You see fear in them—I see fuel in my eyes

Bridge (dark + cinematic)

Ash on the floor, hear the silence creep
Only strong remain when the night runs deep
Raise your blade high, let the weak ones fall
There’s no place for doubt in this fire hall

Final Hook (big, layered)

Eighty-six the weak, clear the line, move fast
If you can’t hold heat, you ain’t built to last
Steel in my grip, hear the war drums speak
In this kitchen battlefield—we 86 the weak

Eighty-six the weak, yeah we cut no slack
Tickets piling high but I never crack
From the flame to the blade, to the fire I peak
If you fold under pressure—you get 86’d, weak

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