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"Masri" by Janet Jackson
Gimme a Kanafa!
Sittin' in the movie show
Thinkin' Masri thoughts
Better buy dessert for me
Or you'll turn me off
That's right, lemme tell it
Masri, Masri boys, don't eat a thing
Except for Masri, boys
Masri, Masri boys, don't ever change
Oh you Masri boys
I am such a Masri girl
I only like Masri food
The only thing I wanna do
Is share Masri with you
I'm not a prude, I just want some Khanafa
(That's right)
So bring me Kanafa if you want me to respond
Cause Masri is my middle name
My last name is Sweets
No, my first name ain't baby
It's Foxy... Mr Fox E, if you're Masri
What to get: Kanafa
What else: Everything they serve is good
Dre actually took me here. Oh wait, no, he took me to Masri Beats, not Masri Sweets.
Masri Sweets. Is. The best. Ever. Like, ever.
Simply one of the greatest desserts I've ever had in my life. The number one reason I come to Detroit on a regular basis, and one of the best things of any kind I've ever put in my mouth. Yes, even including those. And yes, those too.
I needed soccer shoes, though. They had none. Should have gone to Masri Cleats.
The Kanafa I had from here was the second I've ever tried - after the one down the street from Shatila that my good friend in Houston, Zain, recommended. I have to give massive, enormous thanks and credit to Zain, because while the place he sent me to (the rival, Shatila) was excellent, if he hadn't sent me there, I wouldn't have discovered their cross-burb rival here in Dearborn, Masri, and I wouldn't have come here late night to give them a try. And it totally changed my life, and I will be eternally grateful to Zain for that.
He just needs to contact me to claim his reward.
Shame I couldn't bring the heels girl here (yet). When I do it'll be Masri Feets. Or Masri Teats?
So, when I got to Masri, there was a long delay for fresh Kanafa, and plenty of people waiting even close to closing time. Those serving were really, really nice and told me what to order along with the incomparable deliciousness known as the famous Kanafa. Everything was really delicious, but nothing and I mean nothing on Earth can come close to the gooey dreamy perfect warmth of the Kanafa.
If it was a butcher shop, it'd be Masri Meats, and if it sold bedding, it'd be Masri Sheets. If they sold chairs, Masri Seats, and if they sold Greeting Cards, maybe Masri Greets. If they were owned by Townshend and Parker (spiderman) they'd me Masri Pete's, whereas if Amanda owned it, it'd be Masri Peets. But it's not.
It's up in Dearborn but even if you're nowhere near Dearborn it's worth a massive detour to get here and enjoy this heavenly perfection. I would probably drive hours out of my way to get one. Everyone that shared one with me has said it was one of the best things they've ever tasted. Make sure you get here and try it as soon as possible. The number one place to stop in Detroit. Incomparable.
I heard the owner has a side b**ch, but I don't judge, just because Masri Cheats.
Get here now. And in the meantime, I'll rap to you.
So drive here now, or take a TAXI
And if you have no ride, girl, just ASK ME
Cause you don't wanna f*** with that Dunkin' CRAP, SEE
As Janet would say, that sh** is NASTY
And by the way, whoever gave her RHINOPLASTY
Has to be the same doc that did Michael JAXY
Anyway, my lyricals are getting kinda WAXY
And those seeds you gave me kinda taste kinda FLAXY
I need a launch pad and I don't mean MAXI
And my PC needs protection in case someone HACKS ME
My stalker on Yelp uses check ins and TRACKS ME
One day, in an alley, I bet the freak ATTACKS ME
Until then I'm gonna drink a lot of ABACAXI
Com Hortela during drives to WAXAHATCHIE
But if you're near Detroit, and you wanna be on CRACK, SEE
There's no drug better than Kanafa at MASRI
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