This is a song about "Cook"

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She even said she can cook!

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

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

Locked down in tha penitentiaryfinally lose my mind

But she's a good cook and supporter

I'm pushing it for the corner

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition