This is a song about "Cook"

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

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

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Carolina where i made it from

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Fetching my dick almost as quick as they cook and they clean dishes

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

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

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

No man alive has ever witnessed struggles i survived

It sucks that i didn't get the chance to say hello

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