So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,
The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes
For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good
This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook
Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay
And she gon let it loose, hey
Look how we going to get out of this cook house
To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds
Gliding through the skies as the slow minds wander
We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,
She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right
Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,
This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket
Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,
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