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letra de midnight rocket hour - don cook

[intro: tony rocket]
oh we recording right now? yeah, we on air?
are we on air? yeah? alright
um, you’re listening to, uh, tony rocket
midnight rocket hour, we’re uh –
you just got done listening to, uh – finger shots
finger shots? (licking)
what’s it called? (licking shots)
licking shots? (yeah)
oh, licking shots, we just got done listening to
we have a special guest with us today, we have don cook
i see you brought your posse with you (yeah)
so uh – i understand you be – you’re a rapper
and i understand you – you “rap-rap”
like, you’re really a rapper, so i was just wondering if you –
we maybe get you rapping some raps right now? (uh)
can we get a beat for don cook? (yeah)
h-llo? can someone play a f-cking beat bro?

[verse 1]
i’mma drop the mic like father mase
no time to waste
i operate in song durations
it’s safe to say i got y’all hesitating
when you play my songs and hear me launch my sp-ceship
into your ears, use the drums as bases
take my laser gun and stun your faces
stuff i say’s enough to make you say “what the f-ck”
mom’ll cuss at you for language
if a lady wakes you up to taste your c-m
is it way too rushed to say you want a son
cause a baby b-mp is lately what she wants
and the way she sucks it makes me wanna f-ck
i’m dangerous but someone shut the door on my cape and made me tug the sh-t “wait up”
think i’m stuck babe and i hate to run
but i’m carrying the car when i’m taking off
if you wanna hop in better make your mind up
no rocketship but i pay for onstar
if i hit plane over san diego
they’ll prolly find your body in a lake or pond, i –
i never really said that i met your mama
seemed like a nice lady till i checked the mileage
prolly had a thousand d-cks since she left for college
and remembers all that sh-t like pepperidge farm

[verse 2]
she got “ya gurl trish” tatted on the back on her arm
and with a little magic, i can take her back to the car and we can
get it cracking like a snap and a pop
and have her back at the apartment at the
crack of dawn
so take it back, i was macking like a mary in black
i had to pack an actual cup for me to carry my sack
and i’m just in the back, acting like i’m married for laughs
actually, this plastic ring, it got her staring me back
i clear a narrow path and
get to dashing like a hyphen
dancing like my life’s just a panoramic of fly sh-t
banter ’bout the night but i’m fantasizing the light switch
feel her pant with my hand on top of her thigh gripping

[verse 3]
it’s donny and rg so i guess pigs must be flying
i’m causing h-ll to freeze over with all the sin that’s inside us
spitting ice till it’s frigid, your women’s nipples split diamonds
thinking blizzards in michigan with no mittens to fight it
igniting wicks to these candles can’t have our listeners blinded
inside the land of the rhythm, a batch of spitters get knighted
i find i only like mistletoe if the chick to the side of me
gets the right idea, and if she bites her lip, i’m inside of her
blink of an eye and i ain’t partic-p-nt i am the f-cking bishop of fire
messiahs fish for the light in me
but my rivers entirely frozen over since i released 1996
told to find a rope or decide what side of the road i should lie on
or write a note of desires, blow a hole about the size of a f-cking pole in the side of my head
minus the coldness and the roads that i’ve traveled
i find the core to my soul isn’t as destroyed as imagined
grab the torch that’s been p-ssed and play back and forth with these f-ggots but that gets old after while and now holding my tounge
they only act at they shows and when back at home, they relaxing
and crack a joke but i notice that they ain’t rolling too lavishly, ah

[verse 4]
really don’t care, nah
i really don’t matter, really don’t matter the chatter
really don’t chat about matters this much
so p-ss me the blunt for a puff and a p-ss
hugging your mother i rub on her -ss
really it wasn’t that much of a task
kind of just tugged on the back of her shirt until p-ssion was learnt – f-cked in the bath
that ain’t your verse – burning to ask
is how you gon’ rap from the burbs?
how you going to act like you murder
rap like you heard that your verses are burning the map that these rappers are on
you package it wrong
take that sh-t back with you home
go scratch at your dome, take that kid back in his zone, and don’t you come asking for more

[verse 5]
watching killer klowns from outer sp-ce, getting faded
while i’m waving my cup
like what’s up with the waiter
see i’m overrated as f-ck
so f-ck waiting tables
so i stuck to the game
like pavement to gum
up-up-away, my brains thinking drugs
the puff-puff, the blaze, erasing the f-cks
i just gave ’em up
enough tucked away
to huff on for days
so f-ck waking up
and f-ck chasing luck when the other side of the rainbow’s
just saving up
enough change to bust
a month savings just
to up’n take a bus
to some random place
so f-ck staying in the cut
don c, give a f-ck of it
lil honky in a rust bucket, come suck it
tryna untuck my maf-ckin shirt
unb-tton that b-tch like hers
gon’ spit on yalls turf (qua-tweo)
spit on y’alls words
cause y’all can’t stand daughters fidgeting they skirts
when my verse pop on, got ’em listening to birds in a pen
one hand diggin in your purse
that’s word to nickel nina
those several divas in your posse sh-t i still ain’t seat em
and take a leave? well sh-t, i might as well just pull the tree up and feed the people with the apples from the garden of eden and have what adam’s eating
if that ain’t reason for you to pack up and leave
well here’s your eviction notice, you have until the 15th
evacuating the building, as women and children leave
i take great pleasure in introducing the bee

- don cook

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