Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay
Cause jesus wouldn't even be my friend on church day
Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,
I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth
To quick, show 'em to tha cook, hearion' them sayin'
My talent should take me places i've never been
See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was
Fetching my dick almost as quick as they cook and they clean dishes
Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.
I'm bald bull to my little mac competition
So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,
We love for a while then a light goes
And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough
I'm tired of mcdonalds, want a chick that cook chicano
So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation
It cook up imagination to generations of our nation
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