Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,
All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit
Look how we going to get out of this cook house
So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth
Though uncalled for, they gon drop them
Now cook me a meal, gordon
I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms
Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts
Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look
This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook
And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit
You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it
But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth
Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,
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