Aesop Rock, Party Fun Action Committee - Cook it Up lyrics

Cook it up spooky salute
Look 'Zook'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 fang in show biz
Young Valkyrie is open, "What's yours?"
"Um, Jenny, um"
Body clocked in a ten-penny sum
Sprung colossal, "Miss
May I process your Pentium?"
But Ae is hesitating "My princess
The pigeonholing rose out your predecessor's
Lunacy in the kismet"
Her eyes googled back as
That of one unfortunate
Breed plus a new kink in the posture
"Just don't get all barnacley
Or get PT barnumed in 3D
THX sound stereo dismissal sorry hun
It's just the last few have been a fistful
Like like them girls you bump
Into out dumb luck
Get high and innocently kiss once
When she's punch drunk
Watch her misinterpret the
Moment tongues touch
Crazy McCling-a-lot 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 Jekyl
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 hate 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
Bag it up no-diggity soldier
Magic touch fingertip donor
Own up to your dirty
Debutante animalistic instincts
Ritual courting dance and breeding behaviors
(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 tact 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 a naked
Pocket but I carry dreams
Like I wanna be an astronaut
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

Ow! Fuck!

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 my
Curb with the trashcans
It ain't like I seen you in Maxim
Relax with the tap dance
Lights, camera, lap dance!

Cook it up now