Spirit Cooking

[Intro] [Verse 1: Roc Marciano] Cocked the hammer back with one thumb The Porsche Panamera look like buble gum Bum, send you up, you can touch the sun Bust it up to past loved ones all you want I've been down this long road more than once I had to lawnmower over the brush It's an ongoing fuss War with Daddy Warbucks 'til the whore's water bust? Squeeze the pump, slump the water buff This story's sort of rough like Snow on tha Bluff You all fluff, I'm built Ford tough Squashed you like a water bug (Roach) Cold world, should've worn warmer gloves Stronger drugs resist more to come My name should taste like pork on a hater tongue My Uzi weigh a ton My jewelry weigh a bunch, son I'm sitting on a bunch of junk like Sanford and Son I'm watching Tommy Buns on a Samsung Smoke from the handgun cause cancer on the lung 10,000 grams from my Spanish plug with the hair plugs Sound like music to my eardrums, fuck [Interlude: Action Bronson] You already know, the fuck else? It's me [Verse 2: Action Bronson] When I threw the rifle in the river It look like Bol Bol was diving in the river All this Spanish champagne drowning up my liver Money, I can't take it to the grave with me Spot me on the beach in a strange Jeep My girl get busy like Zhang Weili You better off with dengue fever I place first in a hundred meter medley Thirty xanny bars couldn't settle me I put a gold machete on a baby registry Allegedly, sign the check legibly Keep the bow and arrow right next to me on a leather seat For any man that want test me, you lose a teste And I wear it as a earring while I jetski (bling bling) Control the range like I got seven hands Glance in the mirror look like John Cougar Mellencamp, god damn It's just a heart throb Turn key, activate the car bomb Take your head off like Balrog Coming soon to a theatre near you Mr. Baklava starring in a drama called Crocodile Soup [Outro]