Verse 1
Wear your chef’s hat, grab your Lucky Spoon
We 'bout to light this kitchen like we're dr evil blowing up the moon
I don’t care if you’re not ready - we prepared
We slice, we dice, flame, and rain down spice

Bring your friends, bring your girl, bring your mom
Doesn’t matter what you’re like, doesn’t matter where you’re from
I’m shakin’ with hot peppers, rendezvousing with heifers
What we’re bakin’? Mm. No leftovers

We don’t taste test - nah, we manifest
A league of sausage in your face like it’s German Fest
This ain’t dinner - it’s a battle, don’t you understand?
No fork - just a bayonet in my hand

Verse 2
I don't wait to make a move - there's no recipe
No papers, no plan - this my destiny
Oil in the pan - winning in my DNA
Some chefs cook food, but I'm here to slay.

I serve like an athlete, never break a sweat
One two, one two - waiter get the check
Your dinner - regret - is on the house
A cut of hard truth, a side of self-doubt

Bridge
One time in the middle of the night
I was startled awake by an angel of light
A ladle in his hand and a kettle in his other
Filled with a stew that smelled like my mother's
The figure reached out, the spoon touched my lips
The only thing I could do was take a sip
He then disappeared, the room darkened and shook
And I heard words from above: "you're now a cook"

Chorus
You’ve been wanting a sign
Now is the time
Ohhh
To Get cookin’
to Get cookin’

The fire in your eyes
It's time to rise
Get cookin’
Get cookin’