I got a story that'll waggle your eyes,
I got a burger and a thingy of fries, I think we disguise
our lives when we speak, but we show it with what we eat
we defeat eternal demons with heaps of internal shitty meat
ronald had a dream when he was sucking his mom's titty
he wanted to palm cities rockin his fall hoodie
in this heat, nah man he ain't no clown
he don't need another guardian to hold the fucking place down,
ronald, i never got to say thank you
if you caught me at a KFC I never meant to hurt you,
I tore down a thousand burger kings for talking shit,
have em lost for words on some stephen hawking shit,
this cancer's got these little kids biting lips,
if burgers kill then fuck it im gonna die from it,
ill fucking die for you ronald i hope you understand,
avoid beef and im taking your ass to pakistan,
see if ronald mcdonald would have to run a bottle shop
ronald would unload a couple shots on these fucking cops
see mcdonalds is the finest china quality
that make your legs wobble a lava lamp holding socrates is
less post modern than ronald, cuz in a thousand years,
you and ill be gone but the paddies keep flipping
the chicken is still delicious the living expense is limitless,
so why the fuck you eating salad bitch,
see back in 48 was when i heard of this magic place
when the atom bomb crushed a small country in it's natural state,
rebuilt itself into a fine little real estate
and reeled in any american chains with exceptional taste, but...
