Yo man let me some Cpt.Krunch Man Yo man we any milk? Yeah, time is it? I know, what day is it? know, well I'll tell you
Well, it was a Me and Boss Hog was kinda Like two eggs, and a slop beef slice of And a glass of and some cookies
in the mist was a BK logo What we said, what do you know chick thought I was trying to play fly 'Cause I had a pair of jeans on
Young girl, won't you my order? She said, "Yeah, but now I'm sorta busy Don't you see I'm trying to put Aid on my finger?"
Lingering, I can a B-K mademoiselle Ripped uniform and bottom And some Jelly stuff on her
to this 'cause I had no name tag on my collar Could be pissed 'cause clocking 2.45 an hour And then Hog hollar "Girl you better this quick"
She said, "I ain't girl And I ain't chick" I had an idea and split Took my hat off and was it
Dread locks fallen all over me and then I said, "Yeah, now see" And O' quick velocity honey was mesmerized "Ain't you guy?", "Ain't you that girl" "De La Soul, right?", "No Chapman"
Why don't you come over to the And me out an autograph?" Ha ha ha, I had to She was quick with the Bic just to get autograph
But me and Hogg laughed, and laughed "What's the name of song you sing?" "Living in a fast car," I Forget about the I made, I'll go get a slice of pizza instead
Bitties in the BK Lounge, all they do is beg and scrounge in the BK Lounge, the bitties in the BK Lounge Bitties in the BK Lounge, all they do is beg and they Bitties in the BK Lounge, the bitties in the BK
Excuse me, you take my order I have to go Shashawna's got a real job, dag you know Oh yeah, it's you, now I The real real with the fake fake eyes Yo, can I you in some burgers and fries?
Yes you can, but you can keep your 'Cause you know you can't diss me but pissing me off I know where you live and I know that soft as booty as they come and you dress like a geek
My cost more than you make in two weeks Look, you have to play fly in here I can tell fly by the weave that you wear but you must be aware That a fly can be by a BK tray by the way yo, here's yours
I know your sweating me to kill the noise Of polyester pants and their oh so high waters Look at you do all day but take orders You bow tie wearing, clocking and I know your just upset because you get the rat/wrap I you Chubby for my man is living slack
Yeah, I your man, the biggest punk in school Selling devil rock to the and the fools! With one hand that punk I snap, the kid is so skinny But we be fat
of fat, would you like a diet soda? 'Cause fat on you would spare us all the odor Better yet pour it the pants and let the acid kill The smell that should have left to Masingel Let me make you a deal, the soda free and jet I got to much family to your threats
Are you a family Well I shouldn't be Your flipping burgers and your momma's frying fries Don't try that shit, oh damn look, what?
comes one more It's father he just finished mooping the floor Now give them a hand, its the BK So you talk garbage about who I am
Well, aren't we foul of foul how bout some chicken for the cow? Oops I meant you for the mix up But stomachs always big from the sexual slip ups
I could buy you and sell you for pennies, man I think something you should understand I try to be nice and help the make money And I know you need it, I'll go elsewhere dummy Now B-K is too damn rude I think go get me some Chinese food