Amy P.

Amy, my ex-roommate who decided to up and relocate to Honduras for a year to volunteer to teach english, is the subject of this post.  This is not the only one for Amy, but probably my favorite of all time.  Amy vs. Wild details her many adventures in Honduras, learning spanish and teaching english to the kiddies.  Fruits and Veggies, titled below, is my detailed Gin and Juice parody I wrote for her.  Verse 3 was delivered to her in an epic care package.

"Fruits and Veggies"

With so much rain in the Honduree
Its kinda hard being Amy versus W-i-l-d
But she, somehow, some way
Keeps postin funky ass blogs like every single day
May, she, post a little story of the day (yeah)
And make a few friends (yeah!) as she breeze through
Two weeks of rain and the clouds still dumpin
Cuz that's how they do.
She got children in the class room gettin their learn on
And they aint leavin til six more minutes is done (six minutes is done)
So what you wanna do, sheeeit
She got a bag full of school supplies and her homegirls do too
So turn on the lights and close the doors
But (but what?) we don't love them bugs, yeah!
So we gonna go through lesson plans
Boys down, girls down, while she takes mother f'ing attendance

Rollin down the street, riding bitch, bouncin on fruits and veggies,
Laid back (with her mind on her spanish and her spanish on her mind)
Rollin down the street, riding bitch, bouncin on fruits and veggies,
Laid back (with her mind on her spanish and her spanish on her mind)

Now, that, she got herself some rice and beans,
Everybody got their plates, but they aint chipped in
This type of ish happens all the time
You gotta get yours but fool she's gotta get hers
Everything is fine when you eatin with the w-i-l-d
She got the culinary skills that be captivating he
Who eats, the food that she bakes
As she places her a pan in the middle of the oven
And get to heatin on this dish named cinnabun (cinnabun?)
Used to be her homegirl's recipe (oh, that dish)
350 degrees when she tell that bread please
Raise up off these pans evenly greased,
Cause you stick to none of these
At ease, as she grub with the Guaruma's, taste the pastries
Be-atch, she just

Rollin down the street, riding bitch, bouncin on fruits and veggies,
Laid back (with her mind on her spanish and her spanish on her mind)
Rollin down the street, riding bitch, bouncin on fruits and veggies,
Laid back (with her mind on her spanish and her spanish on her mind)

Later on that day,
Her homey mailman came through with a box to make 'er say "hooray!"
And a Jason C.D., of some crazy sick lyric that made her stoked
Shit, this ain't no joke
She had to jack up the volume and sit her butt down
Listen to the music, yeah she awestruck now
But it aint stoppin, she still flopping
Scully sent other things from the city of Arlington
To serve her, with a cherry on top
Cause when she open the box, she raisin up off the cot
Girl won't get upset, that's not how it goes
She love them dried mangos, she want some mo'
 
Rollin down the street, riding bitch, bouncin on fruits and veggies,
Laid back (with her mind on her spanish and her spanish on her mind)
Rollin down the street, riding bitch, bouncin on fruits and veggies,
Laid back (with her mind on her spanish and her spanish on her mind)