So I had this idea for a song one day and in the process of formulating the lyrics I invited Dylan over. I told him I wanted to make a satirical rap about dunking cookies and milk. It was after this comment that he progressively started to ruin my song. He tried to convince me that I could use cookies as a metaphor for vaginas. As I become flustered with the direction Dylan wanted to take my seemingly innocent song I proposed he do his own verse and make it as perverse as he wanted. This is the result. Enjoy...
Lyrics:
So I'm coming home from work and I'm looking for a treat
when I see these fly bitches walking up and down the street.
So I pull over the car and yell, "what's going on?"
Is that GZ over there? Man I love your new song!
I say yeah my beats are tight and my rhymes are the shit
I'd love to stay and chat a little, but my stomach's grumblin'
I don't got time to waste, what's those digits on your phone?
Party at my house tonight, don't forget my new ringtone.
So I pull up to my house and I open the door
and I see these two bitches getting down on the floor.
I'm hungry so I prioritize, gotta get me some chips or some pie
when the perfect combo appears right before my eyes.
I can't wait any longer I just gotta take a bite.
Doesn't even matter if the guests start to arrive.
Got a cookie in my left and some milk in my right,
I'm gonna dunk this motha fucka so we can begin the night.
Love it when you dunk and dip
You know I gotta have my chocolate chip
Oatmeal raisen is my shit
and peanut butter cookies are delicious.
Snickerdoodles are so nice.
How would I live without ginger spice?
You say you'd make me cookies you've just gotta name your price.
At this point I'm thinkin' even shortbread would suffice.
Now I'm staring at my combo, the anticipation grows.
Also thinkin' bout my party and the skanky ass hoes.
They be lovin' all my music but sometimes I need a break
That's when I pull out the milk and cookie combo to escape.
The mood is finally set and my mouth starts to advance
and I start to get excited, while my tastebuds start to dance.
I can't control the flavors and I've got crumbs on my face
Just then the doorbell starts to echo with a supersonic bass.
As I finish up my goodies and walk over to the door
I completely forget about the bitches on the floor.
Who could it be? It's hard to see with the lights so dim.
Hey! it's my boy D-chron and he's got bitches with him.
He's got a smile on his face cause he knows what's been down
but we haven't even started tearing up this cookie town.
Don't get me wrong he loves the cookies but he loves bitches more
D-chron show these motha fuckas how you don't need metaphors.
These haters over here ain't got shit on me.
All I need are hoes and a big bag of weed.
I'm the kind of hater that don't play around
and I kill motha fuckas without makin' a sound.
Just killed a man and I went to jail,
then I broke out and got a sack of dope to sell.
I got a fat dick that shoots like a gun
and I rob liquor stores cause I'm looking for fun.
I got a 40 of Mickeys and an herbal treat
and GZ's cookies are lookin' pretty sweet.
His cookies are the shit just come and see
like the pussy from a ho who said, "Just fuck me!"
Now that the cookies are out of the oven,
I'll fuck another bitch with some real good lovin'.
I'll nut on her face with a milky white gleam
and give her a taste of my cookies and cream.
This needs a Kevin Rudolf beat. KR makes everything better.
Skylinekid69 2 years ago
Very poor comment lol...
penguinkilla8 2 years ago