

Prompt / Lyrics
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
Tags
rap, rock, male, viking, deep beats
2:53
No
3/26/2026