Cookbook - Popeye lyrics

[Intro] Guy 1: Wait, whose this guy? Guy 2: Oh that's Blu, yeah, but don't worry about it, he's legit Guy 3: It's go time! [Verse 1] [Cookbook] Strong to the finish 'cuz I eat my spinach never diminish The tie that binds or masterminds the rhymes the size of Grimace Rise of interest coupled with the time I spent on grinding gives this Rhyming man surprising visits from the peeps in line to get it The rap DiCaprio of rapid flow and rapping slow You can bask in the afterglow the cla**ic ask me McEnroe Hot headed holy mackerel the Ang Lee of collateral Damage the music admiral of cabbage supernatural [Pigeon John] Sippin' a Budweiser on a porch in a lost forest And of course she shows up in a Porsche and I'm like why now She gets out in a tight blouse and a jug of Hefeweizen, wow [Cookbook] Ha, you know how we do it every day Every time I flip a style I leave the town in disarray But this display you try to play I smack 'em make 'em history David Beckham when I check 'em bend it wreck 'em Rachel Ray [Hook x2] Phenomenon one, phenomenon two Me hit em with the rhyme and they don't know what to do The rhythm is designed by the righteous man Blu Phenomenon one, phenomenon two [Verse 2] [Cookbook] Ug-ug-ug-ug-ug-ug-ug-ug-ug Anchor tatted, anger manage pack my pipe full of my drug My drug is love the drug of choice I drug my voice all through the mud Now I'm forced to drink the poison girls and boys into my thug You got busted with mollies by federales I ollie over your folly and stay on track like trollies

The makaveli, making calls to Vali and Abu Dahbi Still ball out like volleys Spend my days in utter jolly (c'mon Cookbook) The veteran letterman, letter depending better jams The Penn and Teller pentagram on pendants on Pantera fans The big hair 80's metal band with mental fans and devil hands Cannot compare to Cookie's specimens penciled so genuine [Pigeon John] I'm up in church like the new Lurch Deucey down to the tube socks so sweet that my tooth hurts And my crew pops up leaps up to new perches Loaded on the boxes I'm barely [?] [Hook] [Verse 3] [Pigeon John] I miss smoking on the rooftop and falling in love I know it sounds f*ggy, I used to wear my dickies baggy Bump bump doobie, and kiss Mexican groupies Now I'm back in a feathered hat. Where the cheddar at? [Cookbook] Why diddily, diddily, diddily diddily, dee Rest in peace [?] we used to listen to him speak [?] C.L. and Mecca were shocking gangsta [?] were jocking As we drove by in Uno's jeep [Pigeon John] All hail El Salvador Savior till later days And the ways all lead to the same or relieve the pain It's a drain that leaves you the same damn mouth That packed up and took a plane down south like the Spruce Goose [Cookbook] Pedestrians, thespians, lesbians, equestrians Love the luscious lyrics party harder than some Ke$ha fans Catch a glimpse of fresher, man Luxurious like Lexus brand Hold your horses, Texas man The rap Obama, "Yes, we can" [Hook]