Cook It Up (Feat. Pfac) Lyrics - Aesop Rock

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, lookbazooka hook it upShoot the local when he coop the loopLowbrow low brimShe asked me: What's your name?I flashed the grossest fang in show bizYoung falconry's open, what's yours?
Umm jenny umBody block in the ten penny sum
sprung colossal Ms. may I process your PentiumBut they is hesitating, My princess: The pigeon holingRose at your predecessor's lunacy in the kismetHer eyes Googled back as that in form unfortunate threePlus a new kink in the postureJust don't get all 'Binuclear'Get PT Barnum then Three-D THX Sound Stereo DismissalSorry Hun it's just the last few been a fist fullLike, like, like them girls you bump into out of dumb luckGet high, innocently kiss once when she Punch DrunkWatch her misinterpret the moment tongues touchedCrazy Mc-Cling a lot claim instant ONE LOVEThen you got to beg your friends toTake her off your hands like thumb cuffsWhat a bar angel Bi for a Sexy Second, LovelyGive her a month and Hide Heckles JackalAnd she makes Hitler look cuddlyBut jenny in the sky with emerald eyesYou're so different, so delicious, sort of fishI'd be willing to walk the limb withSo let's just get a few things out the way: (ok)I'm clinically bonkers andHate 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 thenI won't be lamping thereNopeAgro pimp simply finicky note faggot bag it up no diggity soldierMagic touch finger tip donorOwn up to your dirty debutantAnimalistic instincts ritual courting dance and breeding behaviors (like what)I dream of Jeanie, and fucking her obscenelyBut Jenny could be Jeannie so easily if you'd let meHeld a bad tack Daddy-O-Merlyn E for EffortMost of these high post Fabio world mother fucks make my head hurtDEAD 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 dreamsLike I want to be an astronaut after you marry meWHAT? 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 itThe way you haven't made eye contact with me once in ten minutesI'm just saying girl: I'm dirty dog walk vintage mixed with mega low societymixed it with gutter funk educate wanna “Try Me!”So there it is: GAME
“I mean it's not like I'm sweating youbecause 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.