This is a song about "Cook"

Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation

Yea i'm missin some sleep

We will cook you up and eat,

Now cook me a meal, gordon

I'm a son of gun

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Picture me lettin this chump survive

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew