Cook It Up Lyrics - Aesop Rock

Cook it up, Spooky, Salute, Look 

'Zook'll hook it up to shoop the local Wendy Cooper loopy 

Low brow, low brim, she asked me, "What's the name?" 

I flashed the grossest fang in show biz 

Young Valkyrie's 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 pigeon holing roles that 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 P.T. 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 innocently kiss once when she's punch drunk 

Watch her misinterpret the moment tongues touch 

Crazy Miss Cling-a-lot claim instant one love 

And you 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, back it up no-diggity soldier 

Magic-touch fingertip donor 

Own up to your dirty debutant animalistic instincts 

Ritual courting dance and breeding behaviours (like what?) 

Like, "I dream of Jeannie and fucking her obscenely" 

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 naked pockets 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, ooh 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 

'Cause when it comes down to it, most 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 

Related 

Naughty & Nice Christmas Songs 

Ariana Grande Adds Her Own Verse To "Last Christmas" 

Refresh Your Christmas Playlist With These 10 Modern Holiday Tracks 

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. 

Photos 

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 bag up on the curb with the trashcan 

It ain't like I seen you in maxim 

Relax with the tap dance 

Lights, camera, lap dance 

cook it up now.