Burger (ft. Hodgy)

Burger
[Verse 1]
Nigga this is my cup
Drink the cyanide up
Dope as f***
So I would really shoot a group of guys up
Deep thought I'm often lost in (Fuck it)
Put me next to awesome
Still can't tell the difference
Just like Asians with their eyes shut
Butt f*** a couple Rots
In the Wendy's parking lot
Barking at the sight of light from my bright sparkling
Cock-a-doodle
Eatin' toaster strudel
At a nude beach in Rome
In a black Bape spaghetti strap made of Ramen noodles
My bitch is bad
Mixed with a thicky ass
Get my dick Iraqi
This will end up in a sticky blast
Chrissy Brown, mask on my face, now I'm kicking ass
Life's a bitch, f*** college, mommy, I am ditching class
I rather be happy than fuc*** forty
So f*** the teacher's lecture I'm having Sydney record me
For the 2Dope? (They didn't like it)
Oh well
Let's get XXL to write us a fuc*** story

It's sitting right in my lap I see it
Scribbled across the lines I read it
I'm the fuc*** poet who knows it
You know it, you bogus
Comprehend the language
You scared of war? I'm all anxious
We got the Angus if you want beef
Now that's a burger for ya ass ni***
(Slice the onions)
Now that's a burger for ya ass ni***
(Put on the cheese)
Now that's a burger for ya ass ni***
(Where's the barbeque sauce?)
Now have that burger, eat it fast ni***
Fuc*** aw, get you some
Obviously intended pun
Same time it took Jason Dill to get the stitching done
Custom made, one of one
Sold out Roxy performance
Ski mask color of a pickle just to perform Sandwitches
Started back in fuc*** London
Cracker children wanted something
They could bump and punch a bunch of fuc*** faces
(Stomp 'em out)
Moshing pits to breaking arms
Zombie Circus not a carn?
Evil wolves is on the farm
And were all evil harmed
Any sheep creep
Quiet tendered sleep
Make a peep
Fuc*** body will go missing in a week
Roam around the city with her titties like a fuc*** greek
God
Bastard was the fuc*** shit, explains why it never leaked
I am coming of my age with my Memphis Bleek
Shooting from the sky, the only problem is the missing beak
(Once I have my wings and my motherfucking chain)
Oh, that's the black talking in me
Let me down a couple cups of bleach

Free Earl, that's the fuc*** shit
And if you disagree lick a couple pimple covered clits
From some stripping lesbian dykes that fight niggas
That like to rap about those dykes that fight niggas
Alright
Enough with this shit, let's talk business
Acquire more currency, disregard bitches
Go to Shake's house and play Goblin in his kitchen
Then force him and his mom to listen to track six, then
If he doesn't like it I'll just slice his fuc*** dick and
Put it in the cabinet where the fuc*** cookies and chips is
Take a bunch of pictures
And post them on my Twitters and
Go to Jimmy Fallon, like "Faggot, when we perfomin'?"
Then a bunch of Golf Wang niggas start stormin'
On the stage
In a rage that will scare Zack Rocha
Better get ya tanks before this wolf war's over
History repeats itself, I'm a O.F. soldier