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letra de trapped in a bathroom with 16 chicks - the myth of ken

[intro]
this is a true story…
even when its not…
flex on me
lets go

[verse 1]
it was a cold november night, and the rain was pickin’ up
i had slept through all the day; and for my cl-sses i ain’t give a f-ck
just had taco bell; livin’ rich and eatin’ well
keyboard typin’ loud but through my headphones couldn’t even tell (soundproof)
i was halfway through a take when it rang out
tornado touched down mile south like its putnam (oklahoma!)
the sound didn’t register at first
thought the beat had switched up, but sh-t it ruined that verse
didn’t even react; didn’t start to panic; i looked out the window grabbed my jacket and a camera (mad likes)
roommate started freakin’ out; grabbed his phone and said h-llo (confused)
lost his inspiration for a call and started takin’ home
he grabbed his shoes, the ones he keeps for runnin’
said “man we gotta go, another fire!” i was done in
this man was set to run, not knowin’ its a wind deal
he stepped out of the door to waves of rain his fate had been sealed
no jacket; had to grab him his hat
still confused barely awake he couldn’t even react
it was a kennedy outside; plus the rain and the wind chill
instant stutter-mania his skin peaked up in wheat fields (oklahoma)
he ran around the balcony; tryin’ to get a clue
i lost him on the stairs and just -ssumed he’d make it through
this story ain’t about him, let’s cut a couple minutes
after the hook i’ll introduce the chicks that got me in it

[chorus]
trapped in a bathroom with 16 chicks
all these b-tches, and only one d-ck
you can think of all your fantasies; waste away your time
i spent a f-ckin’ hour stuck in corners full of grime

[verse 2]
i took a shot from the roof, and then they caught me
said “you’re supposed to be on the first floor” that’s where they got me (trap)
noticed a lack of the people that i normally see
slipped into the nearest bathroom like they said that i should be (waved in)
it stayed empty for a minute, but i noticed
the room that i had entered through was covered in scrubs and roses (smelled fresh)
now i’m not a frequent traveler to the opposite s-x (g-y)
but i can tell when i’ve been pushed into the spot where they rest (bed)
the floor was wet; the shower was covered in droplets (recently used)
women filed through i prayed to buddha that they’d stop this
it was 1 chick, 2 chicks, 3 chicks, more
10 chicks, 12 chicks, 16, door
i heard the lock; they fiddled with their phones
they screeched and made the same joke in a highty-tighty tone
i reached to discord for a line to save some sanity
kreayshawn told me turn up on the charm — they’d make a man of me
hi girls, i’m ken, i write raps that make you sad
i’m diagnosed autistic and i get b’s in all my cl-sses
now i know this is a strange thought; i know this is insanity
but how’d you like to turn this place into a teenage fantasy

[chorus]
trapped in a bathroom with 16 chicks
all these b-tches, and only one d-ck
you can think of all your fantasies; waste away your time
i spent a f-ckin’ hour stuck in corners full of grime

[verse 3]
cindy and alice, they held the room that i had entered from (g-y)
they were both wrapped up in towels hiding from me at the intercom
tried to scope the crowd, it was all blondes and no goths (some big t-tties)
might as well have made a megaphone like dude from udrogoth (dave)
every word i uttered seem to draw their full attention
not like they gave a f-ck they just prayed that i wouldn’t mention
how there were 2 chicks in towels, most without bras (loose)
people in their pajamas while i’m decked out in full cloth
+2 to defense, cold resistance and some novelty
-10 to charisma when stuck in bathrooms during odyssey (aeolus)
amy and amy were in the room across from cindy
they kept guarding the door as if i was looking to get their skimpies (lingerie)
i just played on my phone while they p-ssed the hour doing nonsense
i read a couple comics, wrote some lines, and held a conference
we were all in different bathrooms, my roommate and our neighbors
they were partyin’ with cheetos i was cleanin’ out my conscience

[verse 4]
the hour ended, my torture over
nothing gained, an hour lost, least i was sober
i was trapped in a bathroom with chicks and all i got
was a morning cl-ss canceled and some knowledge on these thots

[chorus]
trapped in a bathroom with 16 chicks
all these b-tches, and only one d-ck
it was no f-ckin’ fantasy; all wasted time
i spent a f-ckin’ hour in a corner full of grime (god d-mn)

- the myth of ken

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