Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts
All on the furniture with no regards
Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion
Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.
Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay
But keep them cigarettes away
She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best
See i can only love you when you undressed
So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth
Look how we going to get out of this cook house
Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,
I like to see where she been and i’ll be deep in her mind
It cook up imagination to generations of our nation
Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation
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