Grease War Royale

Lyrics

Intro
beat drops in, heavy
Step up
Pick a side
Paper bag pride, drive‑thru flags fly high
It’s a grease war, baby (let’s ride)

Verse 1
I’m KFC, bitch, bucket on my throne
Spice in my bones, I’m the king of the cone
Pressure cook pain, drip sauce in your soul
You clown‑colored kids just play in the ball‑zone
Eleven damn herbs, that’s a hex, that’s a curse
You just salt, just sugar, just thirst in a purse
I got grandma in the kitchen, angels in the flour
You got ice cream machines dying every single hour (fuck outta here)

Chorus
Grease war royale, who the fuck you with?
Red wigs, crowns, buckets, golden shit
Paper bag flags in the air, we lit
Drive‑thru gang, talk fast, eat quick
Grease war royale, who the fuck you trust?
Mascots bleed ketchup, buns in the dust
Pick your poison, pull up or get crushed
Grease war royale, eat beef, no fuss

Verse 2
Yeah, it’s Mickey D’s, bitch, clown with a gold smile
I feed the whole globe, you just local in one aisle
Dollar menu soldiers, marchin’ in a long line
Your broke‑ass combo couldn’t touch my lunchtime
“Have it your way”? Man, shut that shit up
You ain’t royalty, just a paper crown pup
Square little patties tryna square up, please
I got kids in the back screaming “nuggets, cheese!” (let’s go)
But Wendy in the corner with the red hair ruthless
Droppin’ frost cold bars, leave a king toothless
“I’m fresh, never frozen,” that’s a bodybag slogan
Drag a clown through the chili, leave his ass swollen

Chorus
Grease war royale, who the fuck you with?
Red wigs, crowns, buckets, golden shit
Paper bag flags in the air, we lit
Drive‑thru gang, talk fast, eat quick
Grease war royale, who the fuck you trust?
Mascots bleed ketchup, buns in the dust
Pick your poison, pull up or get crushed
Grease war royale, eat beef, no fuss

Bridge
beat drops to 808s and choir stabs
Who talk big?
Who flip big?
Who got kids
In the back like “gimme that shit”?
Combo flex
Drip on deck
Pull up, rep your set
Or get wrecked (get wrecked)

Verse 3
Burger King barking like “I’m king of the flame”
But your throne cardboard, all cap, all game
Microwave monarch, crown cheap, chain fake
I’ll dunk you in a milkshake, watch your whole world shake
Wendy like, “fuck that,” pigtails too slick
I’ll roast all you bitches in a four‑for‑four clip
Tweet fingers deadly, drag you all day
I serve beef on the tray and on the damn timeline, ayy
KFC in the back with the bucket like a drum
“Anybody want smoke? Better step, better run”
McDonald’s on the roof, arch lightin’ up the town
“I run breakfast to the night, bow down to the clown” (bow down)

Chorus
Grease war royale, who the fuck you with?
Red wigs, crowns, buckets, golden shit
Paper bag flags in the air, we lit
Drive‑thru gang, talk fast, eat quick
Grease war royale, who the fuck you trust?
Mascots bleed ketchup, buns in the dust
Pick your poison, pull up or get crushed
Grease war royale, eat beef, no fuss

Outro
beat chokes, distant cash register echo
Four lanes, one fight
Late night, fry light
Pick a bag, pick a side
Till the last damn bite (fuck it)