Midnight Melted Micromics

Songtext

[Intro] Lemme tell yall about a night. A night we all remember. The night we popped off cookin the poppin cookin and came together… [Verse] YO THESE MINIATURE GOOKY FOOD KITS ARE TOO-SICK! We bout to make a banquet negga - I hope them jeans is loose-fit. (DAMN!) Ahh shit, somebody bout to git a tummy-ache. My girls wanted to make a bacon chicken honey-bake. But negga if it ain’t miniature, don’t give a FUCK what that dummy-make! (OH MY GOD!) Oh fuck! Rory brought the mini shake-kit and he said I could make it! True friendship - he bought it cuz he knows it’s my favorite. (Thanks homie!) James brought the heat with the spicy-ramen. Zach had the sushi on deck, that’s how right-we-taughtim. (“We forgot the mini donuts!”) nah negga, Mikey-brawdum/ Mikey’s our new friend we met at the poppin cookin fan-club. So put ya hands up and show this man-love. We all got in our Sunday fun-day socks. Then all the sudden Neil and jacki came through the door with the ice cream Sunday box! (Hell yeah!) So if it ain’t poppin cookin, I’ll spit in my palm and slap you with the same-hand. You new to this? (HA!) in this house we only cook the name brand. [Chorus] We caught up in a poppin cookin dream-world. Little burgers, tiny pizzas, and powdered ice cream-swirls. Yeahhh, we ain’t regular-guys-dude. We don’t do the drive-through. Said this a poppin cookin dream-world. Powdered sushi, powdered pastries - you want some ice cream-girl? Yeahhh, we ain’t regular-guys-dude. And If I had to take the drive-through I’d commit suicide, cuz I’d rather die than eat regular-sized-food. [Verse] Now we got all the boxes open - saliva drippin. Just opening the powder packets got my vagina itching’. (Huh?) I mean “dick” …yeah I meant to say it made my dick-hard. I don’t have a vagina - I have a dick - HEY LOOK OVER THERE AT THAT SICK-CAR! Anyways just forget I said it and let me continue big-dummy. …anyways we all got the boxes open, it’s time to git-comfy! We all brought out the snuggies, hopped in our slippers and let the muck-lucks-loose. We had some time so we played a quick game of duck-duck-goose. So many options I couldn’t choose! (Mikey, what should I cook?!) But Mikey got pissed at my indecisiveness. He said (“how could you not choose with choices as nice-as-this?!”) I said “Mikey chill out” And Mike said (“CHILL OUT WITH THIS RIFLE-BITCH!) Then it all popped off, Mikey showed his teeth and reached in his trench-coat. Pulled out a Bluetooth speaker that was playin duppesh-mode. He Tossed the speaker, produced a wrench and assembled a sawed-off. Everybody’s jaws-dropped. But Mikey’s whole plot flopped when all my friends sprung-into-action: They punched him & smacked-um. It took everyone-to-dispatch-um. When Mikey was stunned, Neil, Jackie, and James formed into a voltron! Rory was the pilot - he HE FIRED THE PULSE-BOMB! (Boom negga!) Mikey yelled (“HOLD ON!”), reached in his coat and pulled out the gold-bond. Started putting it on his feet like some old-mom. He thought it would make him run faster. (Heh, Mikey you dumb-bastard.) I jacked off on the floor until it was cum-plastered. He slipped on it and fell and his thumb fractured! Then, when Mikey had slipped and fell, I looked back at my friends and said (“SAID THIS BITCH TO HELL!”) and they blicked-the-shells. Mike my looked up all exasperated. One bead of sweat dropped, they fired the laser and Mikey evaporated! Everybody turned back to human form and we all hugged eachother. True friendship is bigger than mini pizzas brother. That’s the moral of this fable. But guess what - we all still cooked all the boxes up and ate together at the dinner table! (GOD DAMN!) [Chorus]