This is a song about "Cooked cunts"

C is for crazy cunts critizing crap, no lie

Balling in herrrrrrre let-let-let-let it fly

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

I'm the king of england and you cunts have been told

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

I've seen the drug busts, cocaine cooked into crack rocks,

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Steaks rare cooked on embraers, cap it off like a pilot

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

When i spit shit gets cooked yours looks salmonella

Cunts goin round wid a strap, one shot your bros gone//

For tryin' to communicate through a song

Im way too hot so many run, the rest get cooked n served like dennys buns.

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Like an erection on these weak cunts my bars hit heavy