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Cook It Up (feat. Party Fun Action Committee) Lyrics
Cook it up
Spooky
Salute
Look
Zoop'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 fangs in show biz
Young valkyrie's open
"What's yours?"
"Um, Jenny, um..."
Body clocked in a ten-penny sum
Sprung colassal miss, may I process your Pentium?
But A is hesitating
My princess
The pigeonholing rose our your predecessor's lunacy in the kismet
Her eyes googled back as that of one unfortune breed plus a new kink in the posture
Just don't get all barnacley
Or get P.T. Barnummed in 3D THX sound stereo dismissal
Sorry hun, it's just the last few been a fistful
Like them girls you bump into out dumb luck
get high, innocently kiss once when she's punch drunk
Watch her misinterpret the moment tongues touch
Crazy McClingalot 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 to Jekyll 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 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, back it up no-diggity soldier
Magic-touch fingertip donor
Own up to your dirty debutant animalistic instincts
ritual courting dance and breeding behaviour (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-tac 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 naked pockets but I carry dreams
Like I wanna be an anstronaut 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
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..
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 the curb with the trashcan
It aint like I seen you in Maxim
Relax with the tap dance
Lights, camera, lap dance
Cook it up...
Spooky
Salute
Look
Zoop'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 fangs in show biz
Young valkyrie's open
"What's yours?"
"Um, Jenny, um..."
Body clocked in a ten-penny sum
Sprung colassal miss, may I process your Pentium?
But A is hesitating
My princess
The pigeonholing rose our your predecessor's lunacy in the kismet
Her eyes googled back as that of one unfortune breed plus a new kink in the posture
Just don't get all barnacley
Or get P.T. Barnummed in 3D THX sound stereo dismissal
Sorry hun, it's just the last few been a fistful
Like them girls you bump into out dumb luck
get high, innocently kiss once when she's punch drunk
Watch her misinterpret the moment tongues touch
Crazy McClingalot 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 to Jekyll 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 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, back it up no-diggity soldier
Magic-touch fingertip donor
Own up to your dirty debutant animalistic instincts
ritual courting dance and breeding behaviour (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-tac 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 naked pockets but I carry dreams
Like I wanna be an anstronaut 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
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
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 the curb with the trashcan
It aint like I seen you in Maxim
Relax with the tap dance
Lights, camera, lap dance
This song is the shit.
"You're rushing this I feel smothered it's crowding me awfully, dolly I love you, Get the fuck off me! Sorry. (Call me)"
I love this.
Haha.. He's trying to hit on a girl while stoned?
Pretty straightforward... he's a fake wannabe mack daddy trying to kick game (poorly) at some girl. He overplays the pimp role, acts like she's just supposed to fall for it, contradicts himself at the end ("I mean it's not like I'm sweating"), and after all that he just ends up embarrassed.
The hook clearly shows that he's a pimp in his own bizarro world, but really he's just another do-nothing, go-nowhere loser ("If you love television & manic depression, get a carton of cigarettes and we can make it happen")