[MF Doom] 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
Kookies
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
Nite nite
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
Kookies
It might seem ill
Compositor: Daniel Dumile Thompson (Daniel Thompson Dumile) ECAD: Obra #21481513