Burger (Live)

[Intro]
Uh, Jesus, heheh
Yeah, nigga

[Verse 1]
Nigga, this is my cup, drink the cyanide up
Dope as fuck, so I could really shoot a group of guys up
Deep thought I'm often lost in (Fuck it), put me next to-
Still can't tell the difference, just like Asians with their eyes shut
I butt fuck a couple Rots in the Wendy's parking lot
Barking at the sight of light from my bright sparkling
Cock-a-doodle, eatin' toaster strudel
At a nude beach in Rome, in a black Bape spaghetti strap made of Ramen noodles
My bitch is bad, mixed with a thicky ass
Got my dicky rocky, this will end up in a sticky blast
Chris Brown, mask on my face, now I'm kicking ass
Life's a bitch, fuck college, mommy, I am ditching class
I rather be happy than fucking forty
So fuck that teacher's lecture, I'm having Sydney record me
For the 2Dope– (They didn't like it) Oh, well
I'll just get Double XL to write us a fucking story

[Chorus]
It's sitting right in my lap, I see it (Hey)
Scribbled across the lines, I read it (Hey)
I'm the fucking poet who knows it, you know it, you bogus
Comprehend the language (Hey)
You scared of war? I'm all anxious
We got the Angus if you want beef, nigga (Hey)
Now that's a burger for your ass, nigga (Slice the onions)
Now that's a burger for your ass, nigga (Put on the cheese)
Oh, now that's a burger for your ass, nigga (Where's the barbecue sauce?)
Have that burger, eat it fast, bitch