[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