Cookin Soul
Body of Work
[Verse]
They say that
Nothing’s dope anymore, well what the fuck is this?
Suck a dick and get crossed out, you’re on my bucket list
No fucks to give, a certified rubbish bin
I’ve been been back & forth now I’m coming in
It’s fucking nuts, I kid
Thought I’d just bust this quick
Check this body of work I know the lust is thick
But what a twist this fucker can spit, no discussion sick
Leaving dumbies toothless from a knuckled fist
This fuck will piss in your sarcophagus, make sure your coffin fits Always in coughing fits from hardcore astonishment
Demolish shit, fuck your acknowledgment
Grade A unpolished and no stopping this complete opposite-
But I mean, the feeling’s mutual, I get that I’m unusual
But you should fool somebody else, maybe you should pull the plug on this shit
A fucking man on a mission
The top chef’s in thе kitchen and you know what I’m dishin'

[Chorus]
Sick shit, explicit misfits in this bitch (I spit in unique ways)
Sick shit, еxplicit misfits in this bitch (You spit in oblique ways)
Sick shit, explicit misfits in this bitch (Produce a pure heat haze)
Sick shit, explicit misfits in this bitch (From all the tracks we blaze)

[Outro]
Sick shit, explicit misfits in this bitch
Sick shit, explicit misfits in this bitch
Sick shit, explicit misfits in this bitch