This is a song about "Cook"

We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,

That's words to my mama, since i wasn't a starter

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,

This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

See, i like the person that you are

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

Then your prolly on water

But she's a good cook and supporter

I'm talkin ideas , motivation

To quick, show 'em to tha cook, hearion' them sayin'