Grill Marks Lyrics


If you want to cook my steak you better do it properly

If you fuck it up I will end your life swiftly

High heat precision grilling, the steaks could not be higher

Four minutes per side is how you achieve supremacy

I demand a higher class of grilling

A bloody center will be the one that fills me

Tortured be the one who will fail me

To the wolves I cast away his body

Grilling a steak is an artwork of which I have mastery

Sink your fork into the meat and cut the morsels as you eat

Tender cuts of pure enjoyment, juices flow from your beak

Euphoric understanding all you need is S and P

There is no turning back the meat it needs to bleed

The hordes will feed

Meat on the butchers block the masses get their fill

Grilled to perfection it's always a pleasure to grill

There is no turning back the meat it needs to bleed

The hordes will feed

Grill marks add to the presentation

We're not here to impress anyone