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one lonely evening alone home
end up with carpal tunnel syndrome
here I am known for givin heavy backaches
grown and livin offa Little Debbie snack cakes
supposed to be checkin e-mails
all I got is messages from ass nekked females [cookies]
I don’t know no 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 are on line, 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 somoa
okay honey, sweet dreams
now it get very serious like peek freens
a Metal hand fills, squish it on the quilt
misses wakes up and I'm kill't over spill't milk
locked in, lookin at ya picture
fully clothed, but then I’m right there wit ‘cha
thinkin about the last time I split ya wishbone
a man could only wish you do the same til he get home
fat chance, at least he got snacks
that’ll have to do til the brother get back
until then, smack one-eyed jack
I hope one of his peoples could hook em wit a tri-pack
that’s three different flavors
chocolate, vanilla and strawberry wafers
he actin all hard bout ta get beat up
I show em what time it is once I get this sheet up
so on as he fell off the beat down
all I hear is…[thirteen cell, put the sheet down]
damn C.O., what the hell do she know?
besides the fact she want her back dugout on the deelo
a workaholic with a fountain in the ink pen
house in the mountains and he stop drinkin again
in the wee hours he's gotten farther
livin three showers bein hot and bothered
the wiz with her leg bent, pregnant
God bless the day she wonder where her egg went
he got the L, but it’s hard to drink without it
and could use some cookies, but try an not to think about it
watchin BET on jazz for 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 bits
Wheat thins, Saltines and Trisquits
Matzoh's and Cheeze-its, catch sugar fits
every time I see a nice pair of Chips-ahoy, double chocolate chunk
somethin with the bubble in the junk in the trunk
even the oreo no matter what the weather
always kept em dipped in milk and stuck together
in the game he shameless
even uses a codename: Famous Amos
cheaper than a short stay at the Days Inn
and good like twenty five cent oatmeal raisin
give it up to em whoever invented the camera
never mind the gingerbread man or the Grandmas
sshh! make sure she don’t wake from her dream
she’ll a get caught wit a handful of cream filled
[Cookies!]
it might seem ill
[go wash your hands!]



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    General CommentMF Doom stated this song -like every song on MM Food, including a double meaning- references to online porn. When you view porn on the internet, your computer saves it as a cookie. Going into the cookie jar late at night = masturbation.
    Kapitol21on December 19, 2005   Link
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    General CommentI think the cookies aren't like the internet brower type as much as it is each different "Kookie" is a different type of girl/porn. At the start of the last "verse" he's all like "Ritz Bitz, Wheat Thins,... Matzos, and Cheezits", which, in my opinion, is all the too skinny pornstars that Doom mgith be turned off of. All the other Kookies are solid things.
    kidonpatrolon August 24, 2006   Link
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    General CommentThis song is great, it's like the rap version of Sonic Youth's I'm Insane.
    Fitzburghon July 18, 2010   Link

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