Burger Lyrics - Hodgy Beats

Nigga this is my cup, drink the cyanide up 

Dope as fuck so I would really shoot a group of guys up 

Deep thought, I'm often lost (Fuck it) put me next to awesome 

Still can't tell the difference, just like Asians with their eyes shut 

Butt fuck a couple rocks, 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-pink spaghetti strap, made of Roman noodles 

My bitch is bad, mixed with a thicky ass 

Get my dicky rocky this will end up in a sticky blast 

Chrissy Brown, mask on my face, now I'm kicking ass 

Life's a bitch, fuck college, mommy I am ditching class 

I rather be happy then fucking forty 

So fuck 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 fucking story 

It's sitting right in my lap I see it, scribbled across the lines I read it 

I'm the fucking 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 nigga (Slice the onions) 

Now that's a burger for ya ass nigga (Put on the cheese) 

Now that's a burger for ya ass nigga (Where's the barbecue sauce?) 

Now have that burger eat it fast nigga 

Fucking all, 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 for some months 

Ski mask color of a pickle just to perform Sandwitches 

Started back in fucking London cracker children wanted something 

They could bump and punch a bunch and fuck a face stumble 

Now, moshing pits to breaking arms, Zombie Circus not a carn 

Evil wolfs is on the farm and were all evil harmed? 

Any sheep creep, quiet tendered sleep 

Make a peep, fucking body will go missing in a week 

Roam around the city with her titties like a fucking greek 

God, Bastard was the fucking 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 talk you give me, let me down a couple cups of bleach 

It's sitting right in my lap I see it, scribbled across the lines I read it 

I'm the fucking 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 nigga (Slice the onions) 

Now that's a burger for ya ass nigga (Put on the cheese) 

Now that's a burger for ya ass nigga (Where's the barbecue sauce?) 

Now have that burger eat it fast nigga