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oh my! - cookie monsturr lyrics

listen up!
i see you started tensing up, when i spoke, when i open both lips dope sh*t’s finna rush, out my dome piece, other day i was toking on that hash pipe with cochise, geronimo, gold leaves, banzai! tony danza started dancing, his pants were a little tight*fit for his prancing, high*kick field goal kicking trash master, drop kicked his ass off a bridge like baxter, mic raptor, like a bird of prey, if i use a megaphone then will you tell your friends you’ve heard of me? anyway, i had a lot to say, but i got sidetracked, high hat, i like that, drum kick, bum spit, flowing out of willie’s lips, “that’s my holy spirit”, stay legit when i rack em, stay feline when i track em, like a jungle cat, jumanji taught me that, your mommy on my louisville bat, til i swing, & it’s over when a fat lady sings, got my wife beater swag on, arabian headdress, i got my rag on, rag out cadillacs, with the tracks, that i’m spilling, elm street thrilling, mike jack, i meant mic jack! gimme that sh*t back! teach you not to leach on my beats like a parasite
the weather’s awful nice tonight, i might trick*or*treat, i think i’ll dress up as freakshow, how bout a foursome? how bout a peep show?
“this sh*t’s awesome”, i turned & said to the cheiftain, he nodded indicating i should take a hit again, so i ripped the peace pipe super militant, & started singing sh*t
it went a little something like this..

oh my! oh my!

oh my! coming through with f*cking hits again, cookie chilling with that mother f*cking chieftain
high when i flow & f*cking spit again
you don’t want it b*tch, i run it when i’m preaching, (b*tch!)

i looked up from the bowl & saw my soul escaping, started raping a gaping hole in the ozone with the sounds from my microphone
phone home, let em know, that my dome’s full of gnomes, demons in my head conspire, spit hot fire til i wet the bed, everything is blue & red, cop cars pulling up, strip*searched me & starting feeling up, on my shriveled nuts
hallucinating again, i start to sweat & feel a hand descend & fondle my skin
i can’t describe the situation i’m in, i’m losing patience again, i’m feeling like my brain is on a boat, vacationing*in, (what?!)
did i just add an extra syllable? i did! & if you’re hating, deal with it, i’m unk!llable, (okay!)
cooler than the water in a swimming pool, my name is kid cudi, ..wait no, that’s nutty
i’m the cookie, rookie of the year, hit a pop fly in the sky, to the stratosphere
you go to h*ll & you die, if you don’t like how i ride, i check & wreck a beat & spit a lyric out like a stick of stride
“suck a d*ck & die!” is what the gnomes said, in my dome that they call home, where’s my head at? cochise grins as i pass back peace pipe, he sighs, i’m high, so high, oh my!

oh my! oh my! oh my! oh my!

oh my! coming through with f*cking hits again, cookie chilling with the mother f*cking chieftain
high when i flow & f*cking spit again, you don’t want it, b*tch i run it when i’m preaching
tony danza continues to dance, these stanzas put me in a trance, take a chance, it’s called a lance b*tch, that i wield behind the zipper of my pants, i glance, over at the chief & he’s chiefing, leaves that i’m needing to keep the beast from unleashing, b*tch i’m a boss, behind the back rodeo beer pong toss, straight hoss
drink up as i drain a cup, came to party, where’d your parents hide the bacardi, i’m naughty, kinda like a gotti boy, cuz my shotty’s coy, but don’t test that b*tch cuz it slaughters
poised to get a hit of the ritalin, riddling villains with syllables, feel the adrenaline when i’m spitting this sh*t ecliptical
fill it full & i’ll f*cking drink it up, need a tree of weed to even think it up, grouch came to stink it up, sesame street flow, kinda random but it’s neat though, how i go so hard
party like a rockstar, cookie monstar on the track list, chief starts to stand, feeling parched & ravished, lavish feathers on his clothing, on a whole ‘nother level, the fear & loathing setting in, pulse getting thin, i think i went & spit myself comatose again, i think i need to level out with keystone light, til my heartbeat beats right
cochise takes flight, flying back to my imagination, gone til the next track leaks, gonna be reeling from this feeling for weeks
“thanks chief”

oh my! coming through with f*cking hits again, cookie chilling with the mother f*cking chieftain
high when i flow & f*cking spit again, you don’t want it, b*tch i run it when i’m preaching
i’m so high off geronimo green, chief & i combine to form the f*cking a*team
eighteen seconds til the track’s deceased, so get jiggy with your sh*t before the last beat..

oh my! (x8)

- cookie monsturr lyrics

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