Domino Bar & Grill

Welcome to the Domino Bar and Grill
Where we make burgers and hot dogs for the thrill
I’m Dr. Domino, I’m the owner of the establishment
And I make more cash than the owner of Thin Mints
The bars that you blast when nothing really fits
You say that there are better MCs than this?
Come on dude, everyone knows that you’re obviously cappin
And, to be honest, we don’t make food
We only make rap CDs
And if you ask for a medium-well steak
We’ll give you Untitled 1 instead
It tastes like plastic, but it sounds very nice
And my flows fit the beat more perfectly
Than water goes with ice
These other rappers are absolute trash
“Where did you get that beat man, Splice?”
In the back flipping burgers is Big Wall Productions
Who is the top bun in the sandwich of bars
He makes my rap better than a Lamborghini car
Because our fresh flowburger is so good
We’re rivaling other places such as Back Yard Burger
We accept anyone of any upbringing
Including Michael Buble, and his perfect singing
Frying french fries in Rap 90
Who gave me the beat I’m rapping over right now
And thank you, for listening to me
And seeing me for me, and not as an MC
I spit more bars
Than T V Teacher has protested animal rights
And not eating meat
And I’m sweeping the block like the postman
I’ll be outside, while kids are playing kick the can
And I’m handing out beats, and they’re selling like Jackie Chan
Come on, Innit Records, gimme a hand!
Even though you’re in Macclesfield
And I’m in Missouri
It doesn’t really matter where we are
Because I’m gonna franchise this joint
And we can get locations anywhere, even in High Point
I just sold 495 albums
And I really need to get signed to a label
Or are ya just gonna leave me with DistroKid?
Because I don’t have potential and (that’s) just a kid?
I don’t have potential? That’s just a lie!
Yeah It’s a lie
And go back to the CD Joint
We’re like a record store
That only sells my music
And it’s dine in
“Yo, that fish don’t have fins!”
That’s because this is a CD STORE, NOT A RESTAURANT!
“How are you enjoying the food, Ms. Karen?”
“THIS IS A CD, LET ME SPEAK TO YOUR MANAGER”
“Ok, well I am the manager”
“I’m leaving this place”
Wow, that Karen was horrible
But the fact I dealt with her is honorable
This diner is blowing
With business
And I’m taking orders, With an aura of busyness
And even though we don’t make food, we’re better than Mc Ds
My music makes everyone cheer
Like others used to cheer when there was no more late fees
And people that think I’m mushy peas
Are getting knocked out because they aren’t the majority
In fact, they’re just another part
Of the lame douchecanoe minority
And those people, when they come
Get to sit on really uncomfortable bleachers
Stop telling me that my music sucks
Or I’ll diss you, and mail you a letter
Along the lines of:
“Screw you, nobody cares, sincerely, Dr. D!”
Though I sell more albums
Than people a day try to be the new trendsetter
My rhymes are tastier than your mom’s homemade muffalettas
Dr Domino
Big Wall Productions
Rap 90
“Here’s your Untitled 1 steak, have a great day sir!”
Thanks, Dr. Domino, you too