Got my apron on, it's dinner tonight
Gonna roast these veggies, flame 'em just right
First comes mushroom, you might get a pass
But you look kinda ick and taste a lot ass!
Yo potato, yo' mama so dry, it's tragic
Even the gravy can't work enough magic!
Sweet potato, lemme tell ya somethin'
You're just a potato cosplayin' a pumpkin!
Roastin' veggies, flames so high
Droppin' sick burns, makin' onions cry
Rhymes like knives, cuttin' veggies so deep
They're in my kitchen, but can't take the heat!
Yo broccoli, think you're like a tiny forest?
You smell like farts though, wouldn't touch you if I was forced
And your sister cauliflower, could she be any more bland?
She's only good for making boiled chicken seem grand!
Artichoke, is that Vegeta's hair I see?
Over nine thousand leaves, but no flavor for me!
Rutabaga, why you even here?
Your relevance, girl, is quite unclear
Roastin' veggies, flames so high
Droppin' sick burns, makin' onions cry
Rhymes like knives, cuttin' veggies so deep
They're in my kitchen, but can't take the heat!
Cabbage, cabbage, you bring the smell
Every meal with you turns into hell
Or your sister brussels sprout, death gas green
The kid always picked last for dinner team
Yo carrot, nice spray tan - who you tryna fool?
And who said you could be in cake, ya tool?
Beet, stop trying to be dessert
Your sweetness is a joke, and your look's even worse
Roasted them veggies, flames so high
Dropped sick burns, made onions cry
Rhymes like knives, cut veggies so deep
They're in my kitchen, but couldn't take this heat!
So I flamed these veggies, roasted them all night
Dropped lines so fire, thought they'd cook just right
But here they are, raw as can be
Guess roasting doesn't work verbally!
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Got my apron on, it's dinner tonight
Gonna roast these veggies, flame 'em just right
First comes mushroom, you might get a pass
But you look kinda ick and taste a lot ass!
Yo potato, yo' mama so dry, it's tragic
Even the gravy can't work enough magic!
Sweet potato, lemme tell ya somethin'
You're just a potato cosplayin' a pumpkin!
Roastin' veggies, flames so high
Droppin' sick burns, makin' onions cry
Rhymes like knives, cuttin' veggies so deep
They're in my kitchen, but can't take the heat!
Yo broccoli, think you're like a tiny forest?
You smell like farts though, wouldn't touch you if I was forced
And your sister cauliflower, could she be any more bland?
She's only good for making boiled chicken seem grand!
Artichoke, is that Vegeta's hair I see?
Over nine thousand leaves, but no flavor for me!
Rutabaga, why you even here?
Your relevance, girl, is quite unclear
Roastin' veggies, flames so high
Droppin' sick burns, makin' onions cry
Rhymes like knives, cuttin' veggies so deep
They're in my kitchen, but can't take the heat!
Cabbage, cabbage, you bring the smell
Every meal with you turns into hell
Or your sister brussels sprout, death gas green
The kid always picked last for dinner team
Yo carrot, nice spray tan - who you tryna fool?
And who said you could be in cake, ya tool?
Beet, stop trying to be dessert
Your sweetness is a joke, and your look's even worse
Roasted them veggies, flames so high
Dropped sick burns, made onions cry
Rhymes like knives, cut veggies so deep
They're in my kitchen, but couldn't take this heat!
So I flamed these veggies, roasted them all night
Dropped lines so fire, thought they'd cook just right
But here they are, raw as can be
Guess roasting doesn't work verbally!
Gonna roast these veggies, flame 'em just right
First comes mushroom, you might get a pass
But you look kinda ick and taste a lot ass!
Yo potato, yo' mama so dry, it's tragic
Even the gravy can't work enough magic!
Sweet potato, lemme tell ya somethin'
You're just a potato cosplayin' a pumpkin!
Roastin' veggies, flames so high
Droppin' sick burns, makin' onions cry
Rhymes like knives, cuttin' veggies so deep
They're in my kitchen, but can't take the heat!
Yo broccoli, think you're like a tiny forest?
You smell like farts though, wouldn't touch you if I was forced
And your sister cauliflower, could she be any more bland?
She's only good for making boiled chicken seem grand!
Artichoke, is that Vegeta's hair I see?
Over nine thousand leaves, but no flavor for me!
Rutabaga, why you even here?
Your relevance, girl, is quite unclear
Roastin' veggies, flames so high
Droppin' sick burns, makin' onions cry
Rhymes like knives, cuttin' veggies so deep
They're in my kitchen, but can't take the heat!
Cabbage, cabbage, you bring the smell
Every meal with you turns into hell
Or your sister brussels sprout, death gas green
The kid always picked last for dinner team
Yo carrot, nice spray tan - who you tryna fool?
And who said you could be in cake, ya tool?
Beet, stop trying to be dessert
Your sweetness is a joke, and your look's even worse
Roasted them veggies, flames so high
Dropped sick burns, made onions cry
Rhymes like knives, cut veggies so deep
They're in my kitchen, but couldn't take this heat!
So I flamed these veggies, roasted them all night
Dropped lines so fire, thought they'd cook just right
But here they are, raw as can be
Guess roasting doesn't work verbally!
Writer: Chris Kroger
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid