Kitchen Spitting

This is a little swag rap bullshit I wrote. Here is me dropping it over Rack City.

hey there, good morning, guess it's rise and shine
i'm up in time for the kind of a rhyme like mine
that takes a minute to whip up in the kitchen
gotta throw in the right pieces or my customers bitchin
i got that iron chef swag you can't cop or steal (copper steel)
cause like reality shows, you just aren't that real
no matter how much you say it, the name of it doesn't change it
even if you claim real, you still spitting fake shit
you're kidding yourself like a bitch at a sperm bank
got this shit on lock cause I'm hotter than an incubate
i can instigate shit with punk ass fools
because my word is a weapon, because my pen is a tool
a tool? yeah that's cool, but what you use it for?
i just work it while she twerk it and drop down to the floor
cause my flow's infectious, and you better correct this
quarantine my ass off if you want to protect miss
she's over there and she'll give you a kiss
but if she hears me first she's gonna be kissing my dick
i earned it, killed this beat, someone call a coroner
and i ain't done, just got one bitch, and i'mma need more than her