This is a song about "Cook"

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

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

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

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

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

When love comes callin', don’t look away

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

So if it comes down, may the best man win

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

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