This is why we hate rap

Verse 1 The sea is cookin. -I'm cookin-cookies in my sack... If yer good looking book-in hook-in crook-in what u lack. Man I've got crabs they stab n puncture, munch upon nads, n when I try to catch them, they scramble up into my crack. Up in my arsehole, (feed off) pea's in my parcels. Till it floods the curry rushes n gargles, down the bar stool. I party hardcore -(all) gutters made of marble, honest comic's comment or marvel