The Kitchen's a Battlefield

[Verse]
Fridge door open, it's a warzone, empty plains
Stomach growls louder than a jet engine's pain
Microwave blinking, numbers ticking, no refrain
Cup noodles stacked high, kingdom of disdain

[Chorus]
The kitchen's a battlefield, who gonna win?
Me or the hunger creeping under my skin
Fork in hand, like a sword I spin
Victory tastes salty, let the war begin

[Verse 2]
Counter's sticky, battlefield grime
Bread mold creeping like it’s robbing me blind
Oven clock stuck, frozen in time
Pots and pans clanging, percussion in rhyme

[Bridge]
Pan sizzles, oil pops, dodging the attack
Steak knife gleaming, sharp as a wolf's comeback
Cabinet creaks, ghost of meals past
Victory’s fleeting, hunger never lasts

[Chorus]
The kitchen's a battlefield, who gonna win?
Me or the hunger creeping under my skin
Fork in hand, like a sword I spin
Victory tastes salty, let the war begin