TRaSH CooKieS

[Intro]

[Keep throwing salt at us; we got chips]
[Feeding you that Grouch special]
[Hahahahahahahahaha HA!]
[BRaiN RiG]
[SUS!]

[Verse: nOFace]
Sorry, [NOT!], dealing demonic mistrust
Soon our names in your mouth will rust
Tastes nastier than spoonfuls of pus
Because you better believe we have some agendas
Nice? you confuse us with some textbook Brendas
Feral crimes' Chingons, we are the main offendas
Spit with corrosion you'd think our flow was puke
Leave 'em broken like ankles with verbal juke
Intentional thrash so track killing is not a fluke
Dark side slip, no sliding, we stay bold like Luke
BR eternity, you take us for a group of rookies
Think we're shadier than some Enron bookies
[True]
We're a scarier than meth fueled shaved Wookies
Dumpster special occasion, no Give-A-Fuck cake
Tossed out but still golden, fresh TRaSH CooKieS
So safeguard your cheap life and tainted groupies
We will stay on our grind, transpose BRaiN lines into rupees
Syllable traveling, English language paddling
Keep up with us or get lost gambling, babbling
Targeting necks from the shadows, snipe grappling
No voice left so bishes are never tattling
Dungeon decor, severed limbs do all of the prattling