| Sitting back thinking to myself how fucked up this is |
| Last pick up the wife, first pick up the kids |
| Trying to set a tone, the kids ain't wrong |
| Take a long time to raise 'em up 'til they grown |
| But Daddy gets no respect, Daddy just a joke |
| They don't know about the nights Daddy made his gun smoke |
| Just to feed the family, a lot of casualties |
| Visions of them bloody bodies bleeding badly |
| Hate to say it, sadly, the story took a twist |
| I started spitting wicked shit, I tried to slit my wrist |
| Man, your girl will never date me 'cause I work at the McDonald's |
| She got my order wrong, so I put a hole in Ronald |
| Walked up out the restaurant without my hot fries |
| So I went back inside and shot two more guys |
| Grabbed two apple pies, made my order supersized |
| Don't get it wrong again, or everybody gonna die |
| I got back home with the happy meals |
| And these motherfuckers let the barbecue sauce spill |
| All over the bag, all over the mac |
| Dag, now I gotta go back |
| Donald McDonald dead at the Mickey D's |
| Pulled in the drive-through, oh, here come the police |
| Two all-beef patties, special sauce, sesame seed buns |
| And police was yelling freeze with they guns |
| I was just about to run, I was feeling confused |
| Said they had me on camera, put my face on the news |
| I was on TV like what did I do? |
| They said you killed Ronald McDonald, Grimace, and the Hamburglar too |
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| I'm innocent |
| You |
| Yo, it was him right there, right there |
| He started shooting talking about he want cheese on his burger, his fries, |
| he forgot them, it was terrible |
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