Kookies

MF Doom

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    It's horrible
    One lonely evening alone, home
    End up with carpal tunnel syndrome
    And here I am, known for giving heavy back aches
    Grown and living off of Little Debbie snack cakes
    Supposed to be checking emails
    All I got is messages from ass naked females
    I don't know a Jenny
    She said it's free and I won't owe her a penny
    And that's the last time I saw her
    But thousands of more horrors on online Gomorrah
    And Sodom, they got 'em with they curls out
    And they got a better sales pitch than the Girl Scouts
    I wonder what I owe her
    For a whole box of caramel coconut samoa
    (Nite nite!) Uh, okay honey, sweet dreams
    Now it's time to get serious like Peek Freans
    A metal handful, wipe it on the quilt
    Wife wake up and I'm kill't over spilt milk
    Locked in, looking at your picture
    Fully clothed winter and I'm right there with ya
    Thinking about the last time I split your wishbone
    A man could only wish you do the same till he get home
    Fat chance, at least he get snacks
    That'd have to do till a brother get back
    Until then smack One-Eyed Jack
    And hope one of his peoples can hook him with a tri-pack
    That's three different flavors
    Chocolate, vanilla and strawberry wafers
    Acting all hard, 'bout to get beat up
    I'll show him what time it is once I get this sheet up
    Soon as he fell off the beat down
    All I hear is: 13th cell, put the sheet down
    Damn CO, what the hell do she know?
    Besides the fact she wanna get dug out on the d-low
    A workaholic with a fountain in the ink pen
    Out in the mountains and I stopped drinking again
    In the wee hours, he's gotten farther
    Needing three showers, being hot and bothered
    The wiz with her legs bent, pregnant
    God bless the day she wondered where her egg went
    I need a L, it's hard to drink without it
    And could use some kookies but trying not to think about it
    Watching BET on jazz for knowledge on file
    Every other commercial, college hoes gone wild
    Soft batch, I prefer the other bunch
    Like we got for lunch, chocolate fudge butter crunch

    He don't mess with the Ritz Bits
    Wheat Thins, Saltines or Triscuits
    Matzos or Cheez-Its
    Catch sugar fits every time that he sees
    Chips Ahoy, double chocolate chunk
    Something with the bubble and the junk in the trunk
    Even the Oreos, no matter what weather
    Always kept 'em dipped in milk and stuck together
    In the game he's shameless
    Even uses a code name: Famous Amos
    It's cheaper than a short stay at the Days Inn
    And good like 25 cent oatmeal raisin
    Give a hand to who invented the camera
    Skip past the graham, animal and Grandma’s
    Shh, make sure she don't wake from her dream chill
    Or get caught with a handful of cream fill

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    Oh, honey! What are you doing? That's so nasty!
    It might seem ill
    Ew! Go wash your hands! (No)
    Kookies
    Get out of here!

    DOOM is master of the world
    I'd sure hate to see that ugly mug of yours in my history book
    You've disturbed me for the last time
    Hey, y'know something gang, that DOOM ain't really all bad
    What do you mean, Ben?
    Well, on account of him I had me a real good time
    Y'know, I mean, between you and me I kinda like being black
    Well, maybe if we're lucky he'll attack us once more and send you back, Benjamin
    Ah-haha very funny, very very funny
    He must be mad
    Well, if anyone can do it
    Nevertheless let's get out of here, while we can
    Food, we need food

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    Composición: Daniel Thompson Dumile

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