This is a song about "Cook"

How me holiday? i love it when mommy say

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

This is freaking awesome

Now cook me a meal, gordon

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best

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

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

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

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book