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]