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Cookie Monster

from You Can't Do This by My Son The Hurricane

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Cookie Monster

v.1
I don’t know ‘bout them bitches
Bringing back shit, on the lips, from the ass they be kissing
Right? Oh, wait no! They don’t get out at all, so they smell like play-doe
& I know, you all know that, the hurricane’s coming, it’s goin’ storm for sure.

Raincoats, RAINCOATS! Shit’s getting wild, ain’t nothing goin’ stop it.
Kick, hop, give it a throw. Stick your hands on up, like a stick in the snow so.
All the kids, they all know that the hurricane’s coming it’s goin’ storm for sure.
Clouds crack, rains goin’ pour. Toto, you ain’t in Kansas no more
Toto, you ain’t in Kansas no more, Toto.. yo!

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Oooooooooooh no! You Ain’t in Kansas anymore.

v.2
I don’t know about them bridges
Burnin’ ‘em down like we did with the witches
But this is the new age, every bodies livin’ it up like two-face
& I know, you sitting at home, praying for the day that you see the storm

Well, hop on your laptop, photogenic’s the game & we are the mascot
& we be making them sounds that pick you up when you’re feeling down
& I know, that you know, that they know, that we know,
that shit sucks even harder than starving mosquito
but damn! It’s the eye of the storm, kick up dust and get your dancing on!
I’m coming for you.. & your little dog too!

v.3
I don’t know about them dumb kids
Gettin’ out tryna’ make something out of nothing
When, truth be told. We’ve got more hook than a fishing pole
Me? I’m creaming on the inside, push it up & out through the windpipe

I more like a doughnut or pastry. Ladies love my dough-NUTS ‘cause they crazy
Sturdy & certain, pay no attention to the man behind the curtain
I’m actually this rugged, I keep my jeans ripped and my spit in a bucket

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from You Can't Do This, released January 1, 2011

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My Son The Hurricane Toronto, Ontario

My Son the Hurricane is a 14-piece brasshop funk beast with the mantra: anything worth doing is worth overdoing. Hailing from Niagara/Toronto, the band mixes New Orleans style grooves with funk, jazz and hiphop.

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