I'm tired of mcdonalds, want a chick that cook chicano
Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it i ain't hating though
We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,
If its not couture, i will not go to her
Cook a verse send it out hardly a look
Call me a product of my own damn hood
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,
I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker
If they ain’t talking bout paper
Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.
Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin
I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny
No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,
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