This is a song about "Jonathan cook"

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

Fish flaying great cook and he ain't even gay

104, that mlk, know i gotta be landover out the way

Back down, before i cook you like rice.

I'm everything that they call nice

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

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

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

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

We'll cook ya for lunch and serve you at red lobster,

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her