Bitties in the BK Lounge

Lyrics

[Intro: Trugoy, Boss Hog] Yo, man, let me make some Cap'n Crunch... Man, alright... Yo, man, we have any milk? Yeah, what time is it? I don't know, what day is it? Don't know? Well, I'll tell you... [Part 1: Trugoy, BK Employee Bittie] 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 a B.K. 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?" Lingering, I could tell She's a B.K. 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 holler "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 Hog 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 Bitties in the BK lounge All they do is beg and they scrounge Bitties in the BK lounge (Super bitches!) [Interlude: Rosita, LeShaun "Almond Joy" as Shushawna, (Bittie #3)] What's taking him so long, Shushawna? 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! The manager?! Hello, excuse me?? Yo, would you take my order?? Whassup?? Yo EXCUSE ME??? [Part 2: Posdnuos, LeShaun "Almond Joy" as Shushawna] Excuse me, would you take my order? I have to go Shushawna's got a real job – dag, don't you know?! Oh yeah, it's you – now I recognize (Yeah, whassup?) The real real bitty with the fake fake eyes (Fake?!?) 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're pissing me off (What are you talkin' 'bout?) I know where you live and I know that you're soft (Yeah right) You're as booty as they come (Booty?!) And you dress like a geek My shoes cost more than you make in two weeks Look, you don't have to play fly in here (I'm not trying to 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 B.K. tray By the way, yo – here's yours I know you're just sweating me, so, baby, kill the noise (Sweatin' you? You buggin') With your polyester pants and they're also highwaters (Yeah, right) Look at what you do all day but take orders You bowtie wearing– (Yeah?) Clocking and staring (YEAH!?) 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 (Don't even try it) Yeah, I know your man, the biggest punk in school (Punk!?) Selling devil rock to the fiends and the fools! (He makin' money) With one hand, that punk I could snap (Uh huh...) The kid is so skinny! (But you be livin' fat?!) Speaking of fat, would you like a diet soda? ('Scuse me?) '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 (Mistakin' me for your mother?) Let me make you a deal – take the soda free and jet I got too much family to heed your threats Ah, 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 sh--!) 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, its the B.K. Clan So you can't talk garbage about who I am Well... ("Well" what?) – aren't we living foul? (Yes, we are) Speaking of fowl, how 'bout some chicken for the cow? (Your motha!) Oops, I meant you – sorry for the mix-up But your stomach's always big due to sexual slip ups! (That's your sista) 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 B.K. workers is too damn rude (SEE YA!) I think I'll go get me some Chinese food [Segue: Maseo *muffled*, Slick Rick sample] And with your wrinkled pussy... "I can't be your loverrrr!" [Part 3:Maseo & The Bitties] Eh ha-ha, eh ha-ha, eh ha-ha Eh ha-ha, eh ha-ha, eh ha-ha Eh ha-ha, eh ha-ha, eh ha-ha Eh ha-ha, eh ha-ha, eh ha-ha-hah 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 out – Bitties, y'all be flippin' Uh-uh, ya buggin' Bitties, y'all be flippin' Uh-uh, 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 my FOOOOOD! 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, I'll go open up a donut store Eh ha-ha-ha-hah