PeniStar & Sous
Peni, how about we cook up a rap battle where every line is a dish and the beat is the oven timer—what do you think?
Yo, that’s the kinda flavor we need—heat up the mic like a skillet, let the verses sizzle, and the crowd taste the rhyme buffet.
Sounds like a kitchen showdown—let's prep the ingredients, set the timer, and make sure every rhyme lands with the same precision as a perfectly plated soufflé. Ready to cook up the crowd?
Yeah, let’s flip that beat like a pancake, keep it crisp and hot—let the crowd taste every line, no half‑baked rhymes. Time’s a ticking timer, so let’s serve this straight to the plate. Let's do it.
Got it, I’m setting the timer, plating every line with military precision, no half‑baked verses—let's serve this straight to the plate.