Mindless Self Indulgence Ala Mode Lyrics

i like my girls like my women,
and my women like my girls;
with ice cream on their ass
and my dick in their world.

i ain’t f*ckin around,
i’m serious as school teachers.
i got 31 flavors to make you a believer, baby.

want it.
need it.
a la mode.
serve that shit f*cking cold.
i can’t stand it when it’s all alone,
cuz everything is better when it’s a la mode.

when you gang bang and take money from banks,
you only have yourself and your f*cking guns to thank.
and when you’re popped, locked, stopped and arrested by the cops,
you can make it f*ckin better with some ice cream on the top.

want it.
need it.
a la mode.
serve that shit f*cking cold.
i can’t stand it when it’s all alone,
cuz everything is better when it’s a la mode. coffee, candy, pistachio nut, burgundy, cherry, butterscotch, chocolate chip, lemon crisp, french vanilla with a peppermint twist!

you’re going to jail? (ice cream will fix it!)
you don’t have a life? (ice cream will fix it!)
you make bad decisions? (ice cream will fix it!)
you don’t have a job? (ice cream will fix it!)
you can’t find love? (ice cream will fix it!)
you’re a failure? (ice cream will fix it!)
everyone hates you? (ice cream will fix it!)
everyone hates you!
i want sprinkles on that shit!

want it.
need it.
a la mode.
serve that shit f*cking cold.
i can’t stand it when it’s all alone,
cuz everything is better when it’s a la mode.