Now cook me a meal, gordon
Me and my microphone could be one
I never use a fork i always spoon her
I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker
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
Then some lady named billie holiday
Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards
Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts
We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,
I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for
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