This is a song about "Line cook maggianos"

They like talk to em young

Now cook me a meal, gordon

We will cook you up and eat,

I said i got my ass beat

Let them sail to finish line,

But most of the time

Through you under the avc line

You reflect in this heart of mine

My nigga, no hook

She even said she can cook!

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

It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin