Drive-Thru Deathmatch

Lyrics

Intro
[airhorns, crowd noise, distorted mic check]
Welcome to the drive-thru deathmatch, ayy
Five chains enter, one chain leave (one!)
Order up, motherfucker
Step to the counter, get cooked

Verse 1 – Chicken Treat (nasal, cocky)
Chicken Treat in the apron, fry crown gleamin' (skrrt)
Lil Perth demon, got the locals fiendin'
Cheap-ass deals but the flavor still swingin'
Turn your small-town feed to a full-blown binge, man
Out in WA, we the side of the highway
Dirty work crew cuttin' through on a fried day
Burger King, clown, colonel, Jack in the back
Out west, you just posters, I’m the actual snack, uh
Lil budget, big bucket, my birds still buzzin'
You a franchise puppet, I'm the cousin they love and
Chips in the box, kids screamin' in the lot
You a “limited time only”, I'm the permanent spot, bitch

Chorus
Welcome to the fast food war zone (war zone)
Grease on the floor, broken ice cream cones (meltdown)
Five brands swingin' for the gold, oh (swing)
Drive-thru deathmatch, who gon' go home? (who?)
Burgers on the grill like bodies (bodies)
Oil pop off like a shotty (pow)
Talk that sauce, better back that talk
Or you get served cold on the block, motherfucker

Verse 2 – Burger King (smug baritone)
Yeah, call me the King, paper crown on crooked (huh)
Flame-grilled flex, every beef patty lookin' too good
Have it your way? That’s my whole damn thesis
You boys basic value meals, I'm bespoke pieces
Hungry Jack’s? That’s my knockoff cousin
Changed the name ‘cause the real one buzzin’
Still my blood though, watch how I sun him
Two for one beef when the drive-thru gunnin' (brrt)
McDonald’s, you a clown with a broken machine
Soft-ass serve, never give 'em ice cream
KFC greasy, soggy-ass team
Whole damn bucket just a salt lick scheme (yuck)
Chicken Treat, lil local hero
King worldwide, talk numbers: zero
You brag Perth, I brag countries
Crown stay heavy on a king who hungry (King!)

Pre-Chorus – Gang Vocals
Five chains enter, one crown fit
Trash talk fly, mayo drip
Order number who? you a myth
Step to the mic, get flipped

Chorus
Welcome to the fast food war zone (war zone)
Grease on the floor, broken ice cream cones
Five brands swingin' for the gold, oh
Drive-thru deathmatch, who gon' go home?
Burgers on the grill like bodies
Oil pop off like a shotty
Talk that sauce, better back that talk
Or you get served cold on the block, motherfucker

Verse 3 – McDonald’s (fast, sharp)
Big M in the building, arch so tall (so tall)
Golden halo over every mall
Billions served, you a footnote scribble
Worldwide hitter, every city got my symbol
I got Happy Meal soldiers, kids on lock
Your whole fanbase still readin' the clock
Breakfast menu change had the world in a rage
Name one other clown that can move that stage
Burger King bitter 'cause his throne too dusty
Whopper so dry make the sesame crusty
Hungry Jack’s act tough, accent rough
That’s just King Lite, store-brand bluff (cheap)
KFC, you a side dish dream
Potato and gravy, no main-course steam
Chicken Treat talk, but your sign look tired
I buy your whole block with a quarter I find, bitch

Verse 4 – KFC (gruff growler)
It’s the Colonel, motherfucker, 11 herbs in the cut (uh)
Finger-lick flex, red bucket goin' nuts