Fast Food Fatality

Lyrics

Intro
ring announcer voice
Step the fuck up
Four chains, one crown
Grease gods in the building
Run it

Verse 1 – McDonald’s (male)
Big M on the sign, I’m the golden damn idol
You pray to my arches, I wrote your whole bible
Happy Meal hustle, I’m feeding your kids
You just cosplaying king, I been doing this big

Drive-thru wrapped round the block, that’s a flex
You wish you had my lines, you just text
Billions served, I don’t brag, that’s a stat sheet
You’re the warmup act, I’m the main fucking fat feast

Burger King talking like he flame-grills shit
But the crown made of plastic, it don’t fit
KFC, soggy bucket, get the fuck in your coop
I’m the reason every one of you smells like my booth

Chorus – Gang vocals
It’s a fast food fatality (yeah!)
Grease on my hands, that’s reality (uh)
Four brands, one crown, that’s brutality
Who the fuck’s left standing when we finish this mentality

Fast food fatality (hey!)
Salt on my tongue, that’s profanity
Step in the ring with this calorie insanity
Watch your mascot die on live TV

Verse 2 – Burger King (male)
Bow down, bitch, to the flame-grilled ruler
You microwave your patties, I cook ‘em cooler
Have it my way, that’s a lifestyle, clown
Painted face pussy, wipe that fake-ass frown

Your burger thin as a tweet, mine thick like a novel
I slap you with a Whopper, that’s a royal fucking brawl
You’re selling toys to kids, I’m selling taste to adults
You’re a playground, I’m the cult of salt

KFC, you’re a one-trick, greasy-ass pony
Chicken so dry, gotta sip with alimony
Wendy’s, red-haired devil, think she talks slick
You’re just Twitter fingers, I’m a brick after brick (woo)

Pre-Chorus – Wendy’s (female)
You boys barking, loud as hell
But I serve roast fresh, you can smell
Frozen flows, I melt you quick
Step in this booth, catch a spicy-ass diss

Chorus
It’s a fast food fatality (fatality)
Grease on my hands, that’s reality
Four brands, one crown, that’s brutality
Who the fuck’s left standing when we finish this mentality

Fast food fatality (yeah!)
Salt on my tongue, that’s profanity
Step in the ring with this calorie insanity
Watch your mascot die on live TV

Verse 3 – Wendy’s (female)
I’m the red-haired menace with the fresh-cut bars
Your shit sits in freezers, my shit leaves scars
Square patty, square up, I don’t play round
I’ll drag three dusty clowns through the damn playground

Mickey D, you a children’s menu rapper
Half-baked verses, limp-ass slapper
“Billions served,” yeah, billions duped too
Ice cream machine down more than your crew

BK, that crown cheap, sits crooked on your dome
Your kingdom’s just a sad-ass empty foam throne
“Have it your way”? Cool, I’ll have it my way:
Medium fries, extra salt on your name today

KFC, you crispy? Please, you’re dripping in shame
Colonel look like he lost a civil war game
White suit, white flag, same shit, same day
I turn your secret recipe into public decay (ha!)

Bridge – KFC (male)
Bucket on my arm like a war drum, boom
I season these hands, fuck a courtroom
Eleven herbs in my veins, talk spicy, get burned
You’re all side dishes waiting their turn

McDonald’s, you a toy store, plastic taste, fake beef
Golden clown circus with a sugar-coated grief
Burger King, that crown’s from the costume aisle
I feed whole families, you feed denial

Wendy’s, you cute till the grease gets hot
You flipping Twitter fingers, I’m flipping whole pots
You think you fresh? I been marinating decades