Cook It Up

Cook It Up (Feat. Pfac)

"Yo that movie sucks "

"Whack."

"Bull shit"

"I wanna keep my fuckin money in my pocket "oh snap" "hold up" "damn"

Cook it up

spooky, Salute, look

bazooka hook it up

Shoot the local when he coop the loop

Lowbrow low brim

She asked me: What's your name?

I flashed the grossest fang in show biz

Young falconry's open, what's yours?

Umm jenny um

Body block in the ten penny sum

sprung colossal Ms. may I process your Pentium

But they is hesitating, My princess: The pigeon holing

Rose at your predecessor's lunacy in the kismet

Her eyes Googled back as that in form unfortunate three

Plus a new kink in the posture

Just don't get all 'Binuclear'

Get PT Barnum then Three-D THX Sound Stereo Dismissal

Sorry Hun it's just the last few been a fist full

Like, like, like them girls you bump into out of dumb luck

Get high, innocently kiss once when she Punch Drunk

Watch her misinterpret the moment tongues touched

Crazy Mc-Cling a lot claim instant ONE LOVE

Then you got to beg your friends to

Take her off your hands like thumb cuffs

What a bar angel Bi for a Sexy Second, Lovely

Give her a month and Hide Heckles Jackal

And she makes Hitler look cuddly

But jenny in the sky with emerald eyes

You're so different, so delicious, sort of fish

I'd be willing to walk the limb with

So let's just get a few things out the way: (ok)

I'm clinically bonkers and

Hate just about everyone that god's green earth offers

I won't be getting dressed up to impress your family dear,

And if I can't wear jeans and sneakers then

I won't be lamping there

Nope

Agro pimp simply finicky note faggot bag it up no diggity soldier

Magic touch finger tip donor

Own up to your dirty debutant

Animalistic instincts ritual courting dance and breeding behaviors (like what)

I dream of Jeanie, and fucking her obscenely

But Jenny could be Jeannie so easily if you'd let me

Held a bad tack Daddy-O-Merlyn E for Effort

Most of these high post Fabio world mother fucks make my head hurt

DEAD UP I got death in the skull but you'll get use to it ma'

dinner and cinema YES! Just… couph the bread up

sure he shelps a naked pocket

But I carry dreams

Like I want to be an astronaut after you marry me

WHAT? Offer me this:

I feel smothered, it's chronic offaly me dolly

"I love you."

"Get Off Of ME!"

"Sorry"

"call me"

And I'm circling her like a tiger shark frenzy but friendly

"I'm Cool, how you feeling jenny, jenny! jenny? jenny?"

so quiet ooh I like that. so mysterious I dig it

The way you haven't made eye contact with me once in ten minutes

I'm just saying girl: I'm dirty dog walk vintage mixed with mega low society

mixed it with gutter funk educate wanna "Try Me!"

So there it is: GAME

"I mean it's not like I'm sweating you

because when it comes down to it, most yall females are the same,

So now it's your turn baby spit it out"

"O K…" She punched me dead in the fucking mouth and walked away ->

Watch out ladys cus you know he dont love ya.

bazooka tooth is one bad motha fucker.

he's a low life man with a low life game.

he needs a low life dame with a strobe light fram.

so cook it up. cook it up. cook it up yall, cook it up.

cook it up. cook it up now. cook it up. cook it up. cook it ueueuep.

No ring on the finger. It aint no strings attached.

but if you love television and manic depression, get a carton of cigarettes. and we can...

make it happen.

get to mackin..

just leave your baggage on the curb with the trash can.

it aint like i seen you in maxim.

relax with the tap dance.

lights camera lap dance.

cook it up.