Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,
I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right
She even said she can cook!
Better than your bitch would
Just to match the grind with precision
Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,
And everything on tv just a figment of imagination
It cook up imagination to generations of our nation
Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms
Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts
A nigga ghost every time youngin on the flow
I'm tired of mcdonalds, want a chick that cook chicano
Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours
Got them bomb ass drugs cause i follow all the cook books
I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed
She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best
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