This is a song about "Cook"

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

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

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

More money that mean less sleep

We will cook you up and eat,