This is a song about "Cook"

We will cook you up and eat,

African queen got what you need

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

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

This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

You make a nigga sing songs nice

Everybody watching while you touching real money

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

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

I can only love you when you’re undressed

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

She will never get by, no how no way