Bitties In the BK Lounge

Yo man, let me make some Cap'n Crunch, a'ight
Yo man, we have any milk?
Yo, what time is it?
I don't know, what day is it?
Don't know, I'll tell you
You don't know?
Well it was a Wednesday
Me and Boss Hog was kinda hungry
Like two eggs, and a sloppy slice of lettuce
And a glass of milk and some cookies
Spotted in the midst was the BK logo
What we said, "Well, what do you know?"
This chick thought I was trying to play fly
'Cause I had a pair of blue jeans on
Young girl, won't you take my order?
She said, "Yeah, but right now I'm sorta busy
So don't you see I'm trying to put this Band-Aid on my finger?"
Lingerin’, I can tell
She's a BK mademoiselle
Wrinkled uniform and bottom bell
And some jelly stuff on her sleeve
Look to this 'cause I had no name tag on my collar
Could be pissed 'cause she's clocking $2.45 an hour
And then Boss Hog hollered
"Girl, you better make this quick"
She said, "I ain't your girl and I ain't your chick"
I had an idea of lickity split
Took my hat off and that was it
Dreadlocks falling all over me and then I said
"Yeah, now we'll see"
And oh, with quick velocity honey was mesmerized
"Ain't you that guy?"
Ain't you that girl?
"De La Soul, right?"
No, Tracy Chapman
"Why don't you come over to the counter and write me out an autograph?"
Ha-ha-ha, I had to laugh
She was quick with the Bic just to get that autograph
But me and Hogg just laughed, and laughed
"What's the name of that song you sing?"
"Living in a Fast Car", I said
Forget about the order I made
I'll go get a slice of pizza instead
Bitties in the BK lounge
All they do is beg and they scrounge
Bitties in the BK lounge
The bitties in the BK lounge
Bitties in the BK lounge
All they do is beg and they scrounge
Bitties in the BK lounge
The bitties in the BK lounge
Superbass
What’s taking you so long, Shoshawna?
Yo, I don’t know, Rosita, 'cause I been waiting out here too long
And for a cheeseburger?
He’s too busy looking at these girls
And he’s supposed to be the manager
Manager?
Hello, excuse me?
Yo, would you take my order?
What's up, yo, excuse me?
Excuse me, would you take my order?
I have to go
Shoshawna's got a real job, dag, don't you know?
Oh yeah, it's you, now I recognize
The real, real bitty with the fake, fake eyes
Yo, can I interest you in some burgers and fries?
Yes, you can, but you can keep your lies
'Cause you know you can't diss me, but you pissing me off
What are you talking about?
I know where you live and I know that you're soft
Yeah, right
You're as booty as they come and you dress like a geek
Booty?
My shoes cost more than you make in two weeks
Look, you don't have to play fly in here
I'm not tryna play fly
Yo, I can tell you're fly by the weave that you wear
Weave?
But you must be aware that a fly can be swatted by a BK tray
By the way, yo, here's yours
I know you just sweating me, so baby, kill the noise
Sweating you? You’re buggin’
With your polyester pants and they're also high waters
Yeah, right
Look at what you do all day but take orders
You bowtie wearing, clocking and staring
I know you're just upset because you can't get the rap
I think you better chill before my man give you a slap
Yeah, I know your man, the biggest punk in school
Selling devil rock to the fiends and the fools
Makin’ money
With one hand that punk I could snap, the kid is so skinny
But yeah, we're livin’ fat
Speaking of fat, would you like a diet soda?
'Cause less fat on you would spare us all the odor
Or better yet pour it down your pants and let the acid kill
The smell that should have been left to Massengill
Let me make you a deal, take the soda free and jet
I got too much family to heed your threats
Are you a family man?
Word booty
Well I shouldn't be surprised
Since your sister's flipping burgers and your mother's frying fries
Don't even try that shh
Oh damn, look
What?
Here comes one more
It's your father, he just finished mopping the floor
Yeah, right
Now give them a hand, it’s the BK clan
So you can't talk garbage about who I am
Well, aren't we living foul
Yes, we are
Speaking of foul, how 'bout some chicken for the cow?
Your mother
Oops, I meant you, sorry for the mix up
But your stomach's always big from the sexual slip ups
I could buy you and sell you for pennies, young man
You better
I think there's something you should understand
I try to be nice and help the poor make money
And since I know you need it, I'll go elsewhere, dummy
Yeah, okay
Now BK workers is too damn rude
I think I'll go get me some Chinese food
Maseo, what goes on? Maseo, what goes on?
I don't know
Maseo, what goes on? Maseo, what goes on?
I don't know
Maseo, what goes on? Maseo, what goes on?
I don't know
Maseo, what goes on?
I don't know, but check me on out
Bitties, y'all be flippin'
Ah-ah, ya buggin'
Bitties, y'all be flippin'
Ah-ah, ya buggin'
Ask for a burger, catch an attitude
The taste is worse, come off extremely rude
But when I snap back, you're tamperin with my food
Uh-uh, ya buggin'
Bitties, y'all be flippin'
Uh-uh, ya buggin
Bitties, y'all be flippin'
Honey, your hair really looks a bore
A fool of a hat, not mine's for sure
Forget the burgers, let's all go open up a donut store
Yo, this is baby Chris, I’m chillin’ on the beat down hour
Rumor has it that De La is opening up a donut shop
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