Cooked Songtext
von BBGuns

Yeah
Yeah
Ohh

We′ve been sleeping where the demons dwell
I keep screaming till my voice is creaking like a speak n' spell
It′s time to heed the bell before you need to eat an"L"
I'm Cena, you never see me except on TV or we can meet in hell
Rest in peace Doom, Camu, Phife, and Tame One
Ever since my mama died, I ain't been the same one
Weatherman, you gotta tell me when the rain come
A better man than me, hate to tell you that there ain′t one
The BB′s be feeling like Dylan and Dylan
A couple more inches and I'll be hitting the pylon
Just so sick of all the shit I get when I sign on
I had to paint a picture so I spit this in Krylon
Not a hiatus, I was sitting in the chrysalis
I′m walking over every hater's grave to take a piss on it
I think it′s evident the president has syphilis
Elected by a nation of some fickle fucking hypocrites


You coming where I'm from
I stare right at the sun
You know I′d rather die than be looking inside
I hope the solar flare comes and cooks me alive
And given where I'm at, the void it stares right back
You know I'd rather die than be looking inside
I hope the solar flare comes and cooks me alive

Divine rhyme wizard, my guy slide hither
Returning to your side at the turn of the tide
It′s not your purpose to die, you′re deserving to thrive
But you get out what you put in, get to working ya grind
When you shirk responsibility, your earnings decline
I know that balance is a challenge, trust I'm working on mine
It isn′t easy, please believe me that it's worth it to find
When your mind, body, spirit, and your purpose align
It′s so sublime. I peeped the scene, and all I see is signs of decline
She reads the leafs and speaks on how our signs intertwine
My destiny is besting these designs that freeze your mind
And hoping that the rest of yee are fallin in behind
A leader of this rap shit, ain't even gotta cap bitch
Just go and read the captions if you really wanna catch this
You hide behind a screen and bottom feed just like a catfish
You don′t wanna test me once you vex me, homie, that's it


You coming where I'm from
I stare right at the sun
You know I′d rather die than be looking inside
I hope the solar flare comes and cooks me alive
And given where I′m at, the void it stares right back
You know I'd rather die than be looking inside
I hope the solar flare comes and cooks me alive

Tragic pawns catch the monst like Magic Johns
Imagine God magically appear like Magic Wands
Emphatically I′m here, don't have a cow, you outta bounds
Technical foul left on the ground, poutin′ clowns
Higher than the end result of applications
Apply yourself and then we talk, but have some patience
It took me five years to get where I consider myself nice
And now I hold the title, won the underground belt twice
My double entendres quadrupling on ya, I'm Lucifer on the track
Your dude shoulda warned ya, bless y′all beggars
Bitch, this chess, not checkers
Any rapper living out better, uh
Flyer than a 747 jet
MacGyver in a Chevy Ford invented meth
How many vets can I crush in one bar
Brush your guns, dunk the ones
And flush hard, on god

BBGuns, C motherfuckin' Write

You coming where I'm from
I stare right at the sun
You know I′d rather die than be looking inside
I hope the solar flare comes and cooks me alive
And given where I′m at, the void it stares right back
You know I'd rather die than be looking inside
I hope the solar flare comes and cooks me alive