This is a song about "Cook"

Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

I'm tired of mcdonalds, want a chick that cook chicano

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

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

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

We will cook you up and eat,

Nightmare on any street

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Fetching my dick almost as quick as they cook and they clean dishes