User blog:TP87/Ramsay vs Child on a Markov Chain Text Generator

I was kinda bored,so I submitted Ramsay vs Child's lyrics in a markov chain text generator. Have fun!

Gordon Ramsay!

You scream at women, butter-loving queen of a pastry bag: sous-vide!

I'll open up on you the kitchen!

I'm shitting rough

With those from your lips?

I've seen your mom's team, drop the bag: sous-vide!

(Ha!) Michelin indeed, you couldn't rap your way out of a pastry bag, understand destroy,

When it sure ain't pretty! Gordon Ramsay!

One past your little chef who the Iron Man chest!

I'd call these bomb beats!

I reign supreme from hollering,

I'm a culinary innovator!

I could freeze a steak with all the Michelin stars; you sucked on you like beef well for yourself,

But fear, my ovens preheated and my pilots green-lit!

Concede, I've got exactly two minutes, and you should beautifully, and I'm shitting the grown-ups' table.

Right. Mrs. Child

Oh, isn't rap your fatty recipes!

Call these shows intolerant! Julia Child

I laugh like beef wellington from hollering,

I reign supreme from you got than joy! Gordon Ramsay! Gordon Ramsay

And that of Heart Disease!

I'll open up on your arms in the bouillabaisse! (Yes, chef!) Look at page 408!

One part Big Bird, two part Big Bird, two parts Miss Piggy!

Tell me, who these shows to cook calf brains?!

You can't test me with those frosted tips!

I'll open up on Yelp!

You're a namby-pamby candy-ass pansy, Gordon Ramsay

Oh, isn't this time with enough butter-loving queen chopping the bag: sous-vide!

I'll open up on top of these rhyme,

I couldn't rap your way out of a pastry bag, understand me?

I keep my dear boy, isn't that off! Julia Child

Oh please, you, and stick it to ya!

I served America dutifully!

Alright, fucking weeds with enough butter! Booya!

Concede, I'm so glad you got this in the Iron Man chef busts a nice amuse-bouche: take a poor abused you spent to charcuterie!

Go on and soft! Julia Child

Oh plates like Shrek!

You're a namby-pamby candy-ass pansy, Gordon Ramsay!

I served America dutifully, and me?

I've done welling in that B-boy stance!

Now, here, take the Michelin indeed, you've douche: take a fine red with enough stuff to justify getting rough like Shrek!

Concede, I've got that off your mom's teats!

When the kitchen!

Now, here, take this jacket… Now, here, there's one F-word: France!

Now, here, take a glorified translator!

Concede, I'm so glad you got that off your fatty recipes!

Call you a donkey, but there's a namby can bring

Make you the p