| Song | Kookies |
| Artist | MF Doom |
| Album | MM...FOOD |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : 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 emails | |
| 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 online 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 oneeyedjack, | |
| and hope one of his peoples can hook him with a tripack. | |
| 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 dlow | |
| 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 |