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letra de greg biffle - cookie monsturr

cookie monsturr, alter ego
greg biffle, what i want i f-cking take..

i’ve come again to delete you all with my pencil, as i’m tossing hand grenades out the window of a rental, my mental state is in a state of war, cuz i just can’t seem to control these mother f-cking words anymore
cookie hat is to the front when i’m beating the
nookie of a slunt, i’m not a rookie at this, take a f-cking lookie at this sh-t b-tch
disemboweling the beat that i have been given, with the tension of rurouni kenshin, i failed to mention my team is in position, clever when i dishevel several levels of a 7-eleven, blame it on the fact that i’m upset cuz avenged seven’ lost the reverend, plead insanity, prison time is what they handed me, candidly rancid behavior based on vanity, swimming through all these women like i’m a mother f-cking manatee, cookie monsturr belt buckle on my waist, terrible knuckleheads are giving chase
but i’m like the flash, blast from the past, a breath of fresh air, spitting in the faces of anyone giving me boss stares
mean muggers, i’ll deliver louisville sluggers to your f-cking jugular, so b-gg-r off!
i’m tryna have a good time before i’m dying, with the mindset of a kid but the heart of a lion, firing on all cylinders to bewilder these small town villagers, b-tch you have what i don’t have so imma buck and pillage yours, this world’s a maze, got an escape plan like dillinger..

had to slow it down just a little, as i wittle statues of greg biffle out of a f-cking wiffle ball, none of this sh-t is making any f-cking sense at all, just give me xanax before i panic & trip & try & end it all
had to get a word in, two cents, ‘bird’ is the word, straight mother f-cking nuisance, gotta be spitting words with calamity, showing no punk amnesty, testy p-ssies tryna get chest-y
sipping on a nestea mixed with pepsi
see? no bulletproof vest-y can protect these enemies from me, seven seas sailing assailant
impale you with a f-cking javelin, it’s happened again, losing my mind and losing my soul to a drum beat that never gets old, sold on an auction block, lock & stock the smoking barrels, your university’s cursed, leave collegiates in peril
i’mma feral super-villainous evil destructive innocent denizen bystander with roman candles aimed at my eyes, can you handle the size of my wise paragraphical paraphernalia? leave your mommy with nothing but your dental
records as memorabilia, can i feel ya? you should f-cking feel me when i’m pumping iron-lung fulls of napalm & releasing a storm into my environs, hearing the sirens, you should be fearing the violence and violins
it’s not safe for me to go outside, cuz i think i might f-cking lose it & gouge out a mother f-cker’s eyes, salivating at the throats of my victims & leaving no witnesses is my addiction, it’s my mission & my decision, (b-tches!)

you will never be taller than this grimy baller
so if you with me then f-cking holler, (what i want i f-cking take!)
unleashed and un-collared, the beast, the b-tch mauler, murking your dollars, where my followers, (what i want i f-cking take!) (x2)
did you really believe that i was ready to leave? i heave & gargle tryna swallow large amounts of social garbage, release my carnage at a random target where the b-tch in aisle 2 is tryna f-ck start sh-t, stop my basket and park it, pull out an unpaid for razor & go to town like it’s a f-cking meat market, grab a first act guitar kit & start to mar sh-t, leave the b-tch with a couple victims, leave em in a bar ditch, not far from the target in a dark-lit alley next to the bally total fitness, approach a chick who knows i’ve been into sh-t, gotta k!ll the witness, handle my business, leave nothing of the dame but her prima donna training bra, with a fist full of dynamite, ready to take flight, camera crews are already in position & i’m faced with a decision, f-ck it! i’m taking the blue pill, pressing the red b-tton, reducing a few square blocks to smoldering rubbish..

and that’s pretty much the f-cking gist of it..

no need for a f-cking outro chorus or anything, i’m pretty sure these mother f-ckers know what’s up by now
if you don’t, you should, for real..

say it with me, cookie monsturr
monsturr, monsturr
cookie monsturr, monsturr
mother f-cking monsturr..

- cookie monsturr

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