Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay
And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way
Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her
You're gonna sink in the river, with no liver
Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,
And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose
She got that good good
She even said she can cook!
So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,
With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most
To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds
Look how we going to get out of this cook house
Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,
Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit
In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see
No matter what i cook i know the fucking recipe,
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