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letra de ramen [interlude] - cookie monsturr

i’m eating the beat like ramen, tutankhamun rhyming, shooting lyrical arrows like a pharaoh at your bone marrow, domes narrowed by my undertones, yeah i’m known to rap alone, you know me, don’t you? get to know me, won’t you? hope you don’t attempt to venture outta your comfort zone, i’m giving you puncture wounds, i’m living in comfort zones where i never slumber lone, (haha..)
the number-crunching cookie-munching rapper drone, ok, i said i rap alone but that’s a lie, (but that’s a lie..)
i rap with captains of rap that live inside my dome, (inside my dome!)
master of my craft like witches, i didn’t ask for rap to attack my dome, (uh..)
but that’s my attribute, i gotta spit it in capitals, i gotta get it in fast & hit it & pass so b-tches don’t pass a dude, (up!)
get in a massive groove, (f-ck!)
dropping an acid dude, (what’s..)
real and imaginal, (sl-ts..)
giving me hassle, b-tch, (shut..)
up & evacuate, getting the feeling the hash is making me pass away, (aah! they’re after me! haha..)
i’m gonna m-st-rbate, chilling alone at my house for days, spilling subliminal raps that’s iller in fact than any you b-st-rds play, (you b-st-rds..)
don’t gotta be asked to be hotter than anything out today, ‘cept for the sun, what am i to say?, it’s hotter in texas lately, (giddy up!)
i think it’s because of the hater-ade, sipping impatiently, wishing the cookie would fade away, i’m spinning a lyrical twister your way, fisted your sister mate (uh..)
& i’ll p-ss on a label, sakes alive!, i rake the 5’s in at the cabaret cuz i hate to see a hoe paid, (i hate that!)
i’m kidding, love you women, do things, get rings, run game, no shame, i reign supreme, i run things, i’m gunnin at humvees like this is mw3, this industry’s getting dusty, (so mr. sandusky..)
can we get some hands up please, (ooh, me, me!)
for all of you that agree, that b-tt rape’s only fun for one, you see?
but i can make it tons of fun, just run my track on repeat, my raps are hung up in you knee-deep, i’ll make you needy b-tches need me, (he’s rather seedy..)
but i promise i stay on my grind, i weave my raps like tweed & that’s my creed, i bleed for music, i’m used to useless skeptics who spit sh-t at me, critics who critiquing me, admit it you snitches are gonna get used to me, (get used to it!)
i’m not who i used to be, this interlude’s giving a boost to me to be the g, energetic with delivery giving epiphanies, (ooo..)
taking my b-tch to tiffany’s, giving the gift of my d-ck, affinities, infinite money i spend when i wanna be in the crowd who be running in front of the pack, leaking my track, i be giving back to communities, who are these enemies? where is the hennessy? jack, the liquor in fact is quenching me, lynching the beat is a synch, essentially, i’m f-cking with entropy
the thermodynamical nemesis lyrically ended this beat like hiroshima..

- cookie monsturr

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