Drive-Thru Deathmatch

Lyrics

Intro
Yeah
Pull up
Headsets on
Grease gods, let’s go (skrrt!)

Verse 1
I’m the red bucket reaper, that’s KFC
Got ‘em lined ‘round the block for the secret recipe
Finger lick this, clown, wipe the sauce off your wig
You a birthday joke meal, I’m a Sunday after church gig
I fried whole families, you flip kids’ toys
Your patty thin as your ice cream, broke-ass ploy
You talk “I’m lovin’ it”? Bitch, who asked you?
Only thing they lovin’ is the moment they pass you

Chorus
This that drive-thru deathmatch, pull up, park
Four chains swingin’ in the asphalt dark
“What you want?” talk loud, talk mean
KFC, McD’s, Wendy’s, Burger King
Touch my lane, get cooked, go hard or go home
Oil too hot, watch the crowns and clowns melt slow
This that drive-thru deathmatch, pick your team
Fast food war in a soda-wet dream (gang, gang)

Verse 2
Aight, it’s McDonald’s, bitch, big bag, big stack
I built half the damn planet, you a strip-mall shack
KFC salty ‘cause his chicken go limp
Talk about a secret, yeah, it’s 11 herbs of mid
Wendy’s, lil’ freckle face, square patty princess
Twitter fingers tough, in the freezer you stress
Burger King, fake royalty, cardboard kingpin
Your “flame-grilled” flex tastes like gasoline sins

I got arches like a halo, happy meals on lock
You just buckets, boxes, bargain-bin slop
I drop toys, I drop sauce, I drop fuckin’ net worth
You drop coupons, app codes, begging for turf (shut up)

Chorus
This that drive-thru deathmatch, pull up, park
Four chains swingin’ in the asphalt dark
“What you want?” talk loud, talk mean
KFC, McD’s, Wendy’s, Burger King
Touch my lane, get cooked, go hard or go home
Oil too hot, watch the crowns and clowns melt slow
This that drive-thru deathmatch, pick your team
Fast food war in a soda-wet dream (yeah, yeah)

Verse 3
Wendy’s in the window, lil’ red, big smoke
Square patty, sharp tongue, every tweet a throat poke
Clown lookin’ shaky, that makeup mad cheap
You serve lies with a smile, I serve roast and beef
KFC, grandpa bucket, sit down, rest knees
Your biscuit dry as your jokes, can’t breathe
Burger King, ugly thronе, sad paper crown
I’ll flip your whole franchise like a fuckin’ hash brown

I’m the one they @ when they wanna see blood
Drag y’all through the sauce, turn the line to a flood
You brag frozen, I brag fresh off the grill
Your menu reads cap, my combos read kill (boom)

Bridge
Now it’s BK speakin’, flame flare in the rain (woo)
Got the crown in the trunk, got your fears on the chain
Clown, why you ice cream broke every damn day?
KFC, why your fries look dead in the tray?
Wendy’s, you loud online, quiet in sales
Y’all all talk tough ‘til the check detail
I got kings at the table, y’all just kids in the back
Whole crew made of mascots, I make legends from racks (facts)

Chorus
This that drive-thru deathmatch, pull up, park
Four chains swingin’ in the asphalt dark
“What you want?” talk loud, talk mean
KFC, McD’s, Wendy’s, Burger King
Touch my lane, get cooked, go hard or go home
Oil too hot, watch the crowns and clowns melt slow
This that drive-thru deathmatch, pick your team
Fast food war in a soda-wet dream (skrrt, skrrt)

Outro
Next car, next round, let the engines hum
Order up, talk shit, let the ketchup run
Grease on my hands, gold on my teeth
Fast food