Shit, what the fuck? Get my motherfucker
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
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
