Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't
Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised
This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines
In my mind's eye, i'm high like united airlines
Cook a verse send it out hardly a look
All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would
Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit
Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,
I don't ever fear nothing, i'm forever here
And my last name is cook but im the one eating the meal
It cook up imagination to generations of our nation
So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation
He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run
No stress battling cos you copy shit, but i'm original, invent it like thomas jefferson/
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