作词 : Doom The Metal Fing ...
One lonely evening alone home
End up with carpal tunnel syndrome
Here I am, known for giving 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 a thousand more horrors than 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 Samoas
(Nite nite)
OK, honey, sweet dreams!
Now it gets very serious like peach creams.
A metal hand filled, squish it on the quilt
Missus 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
Ya man could only wish he could do the same till he get home.
Fat chance
At least he got snacks
That'll have to do 'til 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
He acting all hard bout to get beat up
I'll show him what time it is once I get this sheet up.
As soon as he fell off his beat down all I hear is
"Thirteen 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
Needing 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 the L, but it's hard to drink with out it
And could use some kookies but trying not to think about it.
Watchin' 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
Chill, or get caught with a hand full of cream filled
Kookies
It might seem ill