Lyrics Ala Mode - Mindless Self Indulgence

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 fuckin 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 fucking 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 fucking guns to thank.
And when you're popped, locked, stopped and arrested by the cops,
You can make it fuckin better with some ice cream on the top.

Want it.
Need it.
A la mode.
Serve that shit fucking 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 fucking cold.
I can't stand it when it's all alone,
Cuz everything is better when it's a la mode.