It cook up imagination to generations of our nation
Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation
Now cook me a meal, gordon
Carolina where i made it from
I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker
She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her
So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth
Look how we going to get out of this cook house
I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love
Fetching my dick almost as quick as they cook and they clean dishes
I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would
This aint a song its a warnin to brooke, hogan and david cook
Ill boil your insides and cook you alive, oxygen deprived,
No man alive has ever witnessed struggles i survived
It sucks that i didn't get the chance to say hello
I'm looking for a girl to wash, cook, clean and sew
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