This is a song about "Cook"

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

Just the model, a dozen hollows is tough to swallow

Now cook me a meal, gordon

I don't care what it did to them

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

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

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

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

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

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

Ain't none of my niggas crip, and we giving niggas the blues

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

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

Spittin heat like a toaster cook you pop tarts

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination