Bitties in the BK Lounge

Yo man let me make some
Cpt.Krunch
Man alright
Yo man we have any milk?
Yeah, what time is it?
I dont know, what day is it?
Dont know, well
Ill tell you
Well, it was a
WednesdayMe and
Boss Hog was kinda hungry
Like two eggs, and a slop beef slice of lettuce
And a glass of milk and some cookies
Spotted in the mist was a
BK logoWhat 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, wont you take my order?
She said, 'Yeah, but right now Im sorta busyDont you see Im trying to put thisBand Aid on my finger?'
Lingering,
I can tell
Shes a B-
K mademoiselle
Ripped 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 shes clocking 2.45 an hour
And then Boss
Hog hollar'Girl you better make this quick'
She said, 'I aint your girlAnd I aint your chick'
I had an idea and lickity split
Took my hat off and that was it
Dread locks fallen all over me and then
I said, 'Yeah, now well see'
And O with quick velocity honey was mesmerized'Aint you that guy?', 'Aint you that girl''De La Soul, right?', 'No Tracy Chapman'
Why dont you come over to the counter
And write me out an autograph?'Ha ha ha, I had to laughShe was quick with the Bic just to get that autographBut me and Hogg just laughed, and laughed'
What's the name of that song you sing?''
Living in a fast car,' I saidForget about the order I made, Ill go get a slice of pizza insteadBitties in the BK Lounge, all they do is beg and they scroungeBitties in the BK Lounge, the bitties in the BK LoungeBitties in the BK Lounge, all they do is beg and they scroungeBitties in the BK Lounge, the bitties in the BK LoungeExcuse me, would you take my order I have to goShashawnas got a real job, dag dont you knowOh yeah, its you, now I recognizeThe real real bitty with the fake fake eyesYo, can I interest you in some burgers and fries?Yes you can, but you can keep your liesCause you know you cant diss me but your pissing me offI know where you live and I know that your softYoure as booty as they come and you dress like a geekMy shoes cost more than you make in two weeksLook, you dont have to play fly in hereI can tell your fly by the weave that you wear but you must be awareThat a fly can be swatted by a BK tray by the way yo, heres yoursI know your just sweating me to kill the noiseOf your polyester pants and their oh so high watersLook at what you do all day but take ordersYou bow tie wearing, clocking and staringI know your just upset because you cant get the rat/wrapI think you Chubby for my man is living slackYeah, I know your man, the biggest punk in schoolSelling devil rock to the fiends and the fools! With one hand that punk I could snap, the kid is so skinnyBut we be livin fatSpeaking of fat, would you like a diet soda?Cause less fat on you would spare us all the odorBetter yet pour it down the pants and let the acid killThe smell that should have been left to MasingelLet me make you a deal, take the soda free and jetI got to much family to heed your threatsAre you a family man?Well I shouldnt be surprizedYour sisters flipping burgers and your mommas frying friesDont even try that shit, oh damn look, what?Here comes one moreIts your father he just finished mooping the floorNow give them a hand, its the BK clanSo you cant talk garbage about who I amWell , arent we living foulSpeaking of foul how bout some chicken for the cow?Oops I meant you sorry for the mix upBut your stomachs always big from the sexual slip upsI could buy you and sell you for pennies, young manI think theres something you should understandI try to be nice and help the poor make moneyAnd since I know you need it, Ill go elsewhere dummyNow B-K workers is too damn rudeI think Ill go get me some Chinese food