This is a song about "Line cook maggianos"

I can only love you when you’re undressed

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

So i proposed that we cook her on a stove,

The ice ain't really nothing to her

I'm the butcher, the cook and heart taker

Doctor said i was fine

Or generate the next line,

Put 'em all in a line

She's a part time

Can you faggots keep up line for line

And just in time your head is mine

Almost at the finish line

Me love you long time

We will cook you up and eat,

What do i really need