Cook It Up

[Verse: Aesop Rock]

Cook it up spooky salute

Look 'Zook'll hook it up to

Shoop the local Winnie Cooper loopy

Low brow, low brim

She asked me, "What's your name?"

I flashed the grossest fang in show biz

Young Valkyrie is open, "What's yours?"

"Um, Jenny, um..."

Body clocked in a ten-penny sum

Sprung colossal, "Miss, may I process your Pentium?"

But Ae is hesitating

"My princess

The pigeonholing rose out your predecessor's lunacy in the kismet"

Her eyes googled back as that of one unfortunate breed plus a new kink in the posture

"Just don't get all barnacley

Or get P.T. Barnumed in 3D THX sound stereo dismissal

Sorry hun, it's just the last few have been a fistful

Like.. like them girls you bump into out dumb luck

Get high and innocently kiss once when she's punch drunk

Watch her misinterpret the moment tongues touch

Crazy McCling-a-lot claim instant one love

And you've gotta beg your friends to take 'em off your hands like thumbcuffs

Or them barbies you'll vibe for a sexy second (lovely)

Give it a month Hyde heckles Jekyl and she makes Hitler look cuddly

But Jenny in the sky with emerald eyes

You're so different so delicious so the fish

I'd be willing to walk the limb with

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

I'm clinically bonkers and hate just about everyone God's great 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, aggro-pimp, sinfully, finicky nova, bag it up no-diggity soldier

Magic touch fingertip donor

Own up to your dirty debutante animalistic instincts

Ritual courting dance and breeding behaviours (Like what?)

I dream of Jeannie and fucking her obsecenly

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

Hell, the bad tact daddy-o Merlin-- 'e' for effort

Most of these high-post Fabio world motherfucks make my head hurt

Dead up-- I got death in the skull but you'll get used to it ma

Dinner and cinema, yes, just cough the bread up

Sure, he schleps with a naked pocket but I carry dreams

Like I wanna be an astronaut after you marry me"

(WHAAAAT???)

"You're rushing this I feel smothered it's crowding me awfully"

Dolly, I love you, "Get the fuck off me!" Sorry. (Call me)

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

"I'm cool, how you feeling Jenny?" (Jenny?) Jenny? (Jenny?) Jenny?

"So quiet, oh 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 raw vintage mixed with mega-low society

Mister gutter-fuck etiquette - 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 of y'all females are the same

But now it's your turn baby, spit it out"

"Okay" She punched me dead in the fuckin mouth and walked away

(Ow! Fuck!)

[Chorus: P.F.A.C.]

Watch out ladies cause you know he don't love ya

Bazooka Tooth is one bad motherfucker

He's a low life pimp with a low life game

He needs a no life dame with a strobe light frame

Cook it up now

[Post-Chorus: P.F.A.C.]

No ring on the finger

There ain't 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 my curb with the trashcans

It ain't like I seen you in Maxim

Relax with the tap dance

Lights, camera, lap dance!

Cook it up now