Cons On Sunday (Remix)

[Intro]
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh

[Verse]
I had to dip on my boss over our differences
See, this drip really caused all the differences
These tips just became insignificant
With this much sauce, man, I should order chicken strips
I'm from the strip where they might take your rights away
Where the hicks might try to take your life away
But there's the price to pay for the evil that men do
For the betrayal that friends do
Evaluate what I been through
Stolen VIN numbers and venues
And that's enough to change what's on your value menu
I see through you and your awful lies
I can see through all you little squares, like waffle fries
Not to philosophize or wit and riddles
But interfere in my bread and find yourself in a pickle
I made my life really simple, I need a mild, and a wifey
Not a bird who'll talk to me spicy
Huh, my new affidavit
I'd rather choke my chicken than have a snack from Satan
'Cause it's no longer enough that you thick for days
Same policy as Chick-fil-A, ugh