"you out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind
Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,
So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation
It cook up imagination to generations of our nation
Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow
I'm tired of mcdonalds, want a chick that cook chicano
Cook a verse send it out hardly a look
Got a little too much confidence and seem shook
Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,
But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one
Got them bomb ass drugs cause i follow all the cook books
Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours
I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew
So you don't drown, when you decide to follow
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