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  • Текст песни MF Doom - Kookies

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    It's horrible
    One lonely evening alone home
    End up with carpal tunnel syndrome
    Here I am don't forget the heavy back aches
    Grown and living off of little Debbie snack cakes
    Supposed to be checking e-mails
    All I got is messages from ass naked females

    I don't know no jenny she said its free and I wont owe her a penny
    And that's the last time I saw her
    But thousands of more horror and on-line Gomorra
    And Sodom
    They got 'em with they curls out
    And they got a better sales pitch then the girl scouts
    I wonder what I owe her
    For a whole box of caramel coconut samoa

    OK honey, sweet dreams!
    Now it gets very serious like peach creams
    A metal hand filled squish it on the quilt
    Misses wakes up and I'm killed over spilled milk
    Locked in looking at your picture
    Fully clothed winter and I right there wit cha
    Thinking about the last time I split your wishbone
    A man could only wish you could do the same till he get home
    Fat chance
    At least he got snacks
    Better have the due till a brother get back
    Till then smack when I jack
    I hope wanna hit peoples kookies with a fried pack
    That's three different flavors
    Chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry wafers
    He acting all hard bout to get beat up
    I'll show him what time it is once I get his feet up
    As soon as he fell off his beat down all I hear is
    Thirteenth cell put the sheet down
    Damn C.O.
    What the hell do she know
    Besides the fact that she wants her back dug out on the d-low
    A workaholic with a fountain in the ink pen
    House in the mountains and he stop drinking again
    In the wee hours he's gotten farther
    Maybe three showers getting hot and bothered
    The wiz with her legs bent pregnant
    God blessed the dick she wondered where her egg went
    He got to hell but it's hard to drink with out it
    And could use some kookies but trying not to think about it
    Watch him bet on jazz from knowledge on file
    Every other commercial college hoes gone wild
    Soft batch he prefer the other bunch like they got for lunch
    Chocolate fudge butter crunch

    Don't mess with the ritz bitz, wheat thins, saltine triskits
    Motts so's and cheese its
    Catch sugar fits every time he sees a nice pair of
    Chips ahoy double chocolate chunk
    Something with the bubble and the junk in the trunk
    Even the oreo
    No matter what the weather
    Always kept dipped in milk and stuck together
    In the game he's shameless even uses a code name Famous Amos
    Cheaper than a short stay at the day's inn and good like 25 cent oatmeal raisin
    Give it up to who invented the camera
    Never mind the ginger bread men and the grandma's
    Make sure she don't wake from her dream
    Killer get caught with a hand full of cream filled

    It might seem ill

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