This is a song about "Cook"

Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,

Thank god for the free thinkers, for you keep me in mind

This a different motor man better go to work

Using shards to cook others from broken lyrics i shattered.

We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Earl sweatshirt, tyler, the creator

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

From a couple feet awaybut stay away