i dont know who you think you are,comin at me like you some kind of God,always tryin to slob on my knob,retarded like oz,ill pull that card"slippery cunt wiped up with gauze,hold up rewind set it at pause,listen to what i said again,talkin about you can cook,remember chef davies had u shook,snatched that spoon out your hand like a crook,the expression on your face tastless,priceless like your culinary skills'betta go drink a 5th again and take a chill.you played out like your peg leg,little half dead,sour dough bread,lovin it as your wife give me head,screamin im sorry mama i never meant to hurt you,ill ruin you bury you like i did that destroya kid with his played out fake wannabe wrestling promo vid. claimin you can cook,cuz aint no such thing as halfway crooks......you shook i remember like it was yesterday,you jockin my dick,frontin you aint gay,but somehow some way you were gonna get that alex ass,homo pass,you had to drink just to deal,for real a queer,lost like a deer in headlights,pickin on old man janitors with fistfights,talkin bout u can cook,yo go check your hand cuz you aint doin nothin but jamaican me hungry man....🐺