This is a song about "Cook"

I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day

And then along came the wrong man for her

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

I pray the lord my guns to keep

We will cook you up and eat,

Something wicked this way come

Now cook me a meal, gordon

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

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

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

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look