Extramarital Ice Cream, Bitch.

Yo I love bein’ married, bitch, I love it quite a bit

He’s my best friend, my soulmate, and like, all of that shit

He’s honest and he’s loyal, our love is unsurpassed

He isn’t into threesomes (but NOT LIKE I’VE EVER ASKED)

We always stay faithful even when temptation lurks

But what’s wrong with harmless flirting if it gets this bitch some PERKS?

Sometimes I get free coffee from Amir at the bodega

If she’d let us win the lottery, I’d schtupp Yolanda Vega

But my favorite crush of all, I’d say far and above

Was my ice cream boyfriend, my COLD STONE LOVE

When my husband was in med school, bitch, we had to live apart

So I lived with my best gay, but I had a broken heart

So to make myself feel better while my husband was away

I’d be mackin’ on some ice cream at least ONCE OR TWICE A DAY

Lucky for me, when I needed a treat

A Cold Stone opened up–where?–RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET

And the kid behind the counter acted like he’d wanna bone me

And I rolled my eyes and said, “um..can’t you just cold stone me?”

And then he rang me up and I thought there was a miscount

But he winked at me and whispered, “Girl, you get my family discount”

And thus began our love affair, and it was like a dream

Bitch, the way to my heart is through FREE ICE CREAM

So I’d go back every day and simply make some flirty faces

And he’d smile through his acne and his SEXY CLEAR BRACES

And he’d say something weird like “Your left eye really twinkles”

And I’d say “Thanks” and ask for EXTRA RAINBOW SPRINKLES

And he’d go to ring me up and he’d be feelin like a balla

When he’d tell that I owed WHAT WHAT THREE DOLLA

(actual retail value was like, $177)

He knew me so well and knew I didn’t wanna spenda

Lotta money on my yogurt–well–that sweet cream made with SPLENDA

He knew just what I wanted, he just had a way of guessing

He’d even add some Oreos when I was PMSing

If they were running low on gummy bears, he’d always keep some hidden

So he could add them to mine, “OH MICHAEL, NO YOU DIDDUNN”

When my husband came to visit, I’d make him wait outside

I couldn’t let Michael see him, I didn’t wanna crush his pride

Plus if he came in, he would have blown my cover

And I just couldn’t do that to my COLD STONE LOVER

I never said goodbye when we moved uptown

I couldn’t bear to imagine those clear braces in a frown

There are lots of ice cream places in our new neighborhood

And all of them suffice, but sadly, none are quite as good

Jamal at TLC always treats me alright

And they double punch my card down at Tasti-D-Lite

And they all give me lots of sprinkles, cuz of course they all know me

But each time they do, I pour some out for my homie

word.

Bitch Eatin’ Yogurt on the Train

Bitch eatin’ yogurt on the train

WHAT UP BITCH, are you insane?

I kept my mouth shut cuz I don’t like bein’ rude

But the MTA is not the place to EAT YO OPEN FOOD

Now I love eatin’ yogurt, bitch, please don’t get me wrong

In the comfort of my home, in the comfort of my thong

I like Dannon and Yoplait and Fage to boot

Activia tastes good but it REALLY MAKES ME TOOT

Those ones with cookie crumbs? HEAALLLS yeah bitch, I got ’em

I gots all those mother fuckers with the FRUIT on the BOTTOM

But when you’re on the subway, bitch you bet you betta toss it

This ain’t no LIRR on its way to Syosset

People here are crazy, drunk and on narcotics

And you’re just chillin’ there with your PRO-BI-OTICS

People coughin’ and sneezin’, they probably have SARS

Bitch, that’s just how we roll on the NQRs

Now I’m glad that you like yogurt, it aids in digestion

But when you ride the train, bitch, it’s just out of the question.

word.