Kookies

[MF Doom] It's horrible One little 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 e-mails 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, ok honey, sweet dreams! Now it's time to get serious like Peek Freans A metal hand full, 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 right there wit cha Thinking about the last time I split your wishbone A man could only wish you could do the same 'til he get home Fat chance At least he get snacks That will 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 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 C.O., 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 whiz 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 day's inn and good like 25 cent oatmeal raisin Give a hand to who invented the camera Never mind the gingerbread man or the Grandma's Shh, make sure she don't wake from her dream chill Or get caught with a handful of cream fill "Oh, honey! What are you doing? That's so nasty!" It might seem ill "Ew! Go wash your hands!" Kookies