But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth
Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,
How me holiday? i love it when mommy say
Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay
Back down, before i cook you like rice.
Them haters wishing they could see my demise
It cook up imagination to generations of our nation
So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin
Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods
Got them bomb ass drugs cause i follow all the cook books
Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed
She couldn't really cook but that woman tried her best
See, my bitch got that attitude to fuck a nigga right
Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,
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