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one lonely evening alone home
end up with carpel tunnel syndrome
here i am known for giving heavy back aches
grown and living off of little debbie snack cakes
supposed to be checkin emails
all i got is messages from ass naked females
i dont know no jenny, she said its free
and i won't owe her a penny, and that's the last time i saw her
But thousands of more horrors are on line Gomorrah
and saddam they got him with they curls out
and they got a better sales pitch than a girl scout
i wonder what a owe her for a whole box of carmel co-conut somoa
[night daddy] ok honey sweet dreams
now it gets very serious like pete creems(?)
My metal hand feels squish it on a quilt
mrs. wakes up and i'm kilt over spilled milk
locked in, lookin at your picture
fully clothed wonder, and im right there wit' ya
thinkin' about the last time i split your wish bone
a man could only wish you do the same 'till he get home
fat chance, at least he got snacks
that'll have to do 'till a brother get back
until then, smack what i jack
i hope one his peoples cook him with a fry pack
thats three different flavors
chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry wafers
he actin' all hard, about to get beat up
i show him what time it is once i beat this sheet up
soon as he fell off the beat down all i hear is
[thirteenth cell put the sheet down]
dead see ho, what the hell does she know
besides the fact she want he back done out on the D-Low
work-a-holic with the fountain and the ink pen
house in the mountains and he stopped drinkin again
in the wee hours hes got the father taking three showers being hot and bothered
the ways were her leg bent, pregnant
god bless the day she wonder where her egg went
he got the L but its hard to drink without it
and could use some cookies, but trying not to think about it
watching bet on jazz with knowledege on file
every other commercial, college hoes gone wild
its all fashoned, he preferred the other bunch
like they got for lunch, chocolate fudge butter crunch
[chewing noises]
dont mess with the ritz bits, wheat thins, saltines and triscuits
matsos, and cheeze-its
catch sugar fits every time he see a nice pair of chips ahoy
double chocolate chunk
something with a bubble in the junk in the trunk
even the oreo no matter what the weather
always kept it dipped in milk and stuck together
in the game be shameless, even uses a code name fameous amos
cheaper than a short stay at the days in
and good like 25 cent oatmeal raisins
give it up to whoever invented the camera
neverminded the ginger bread men or the grandmas
shhh... make sure she dont wake from her dream
chill and get caught with a hand full of cream filled...
[kookies]
might seem ill
[wash your hands]
kookies
[ho ho ho kookies]
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