Gangsta Wraps (Take the Throne)

Ain’t nothing better than a Gangsta Wrap
A couple of straps
3 or 4 baseball bats
Walk in McDonald's waving a bagel
Take the manager hostage
Only Ronald McDonald can save you
I wanna speak to that clown
I’m in a hurry
Yo fatboy don’t move
Get away from that McFlurry
I’m serious man
I’ll murder your burgers
You jerkers
This is revenge for overworking your workers
Where’s Ronald at?
I know he’s here somewhere
He’s definitely here
I can hear a kid's party upstairs
Calm down lady
I’m not into hurting children
But you better evacuate all the women
Out of the building
I’ve got a couple of questions I wanna ask him
If he answers them correct
Than I promise I won’t blast him
I’ll leave you alone with your macs and happy meals
“Oi dickhead Ronald McDonald isn’t real”
Exactly that’s my point
So stay out of this
Before I splatter extra tomato ketchup
Over your chips
“Erm sir I think you’ll find they’re actually called fries”
Well pardon me for not sounding all Americanised
“But look at yourself man you’re kind of fat”
I know ‘cus I used to eat Big Macs you pratt
Now all I eat is big Gangsta Wraps
Call an ambulance
I think I’m having an heart attack

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Ain’t nothing better than a Gangsta Wrap
Old school 90’s Gangsta Rap
Parental advisory on the front of the CD
It just made me wanna buy that
Ain’t nothing better than a Gangsta Wrap
Old school 90’s Gangsta Rap
If the government banned the track
It only made me wanna go and buy that

All shotguns ready focus the mission
There’s a twist to the joke
But no joking in the dissing
Have you ever noticed the Colonel from K.F.C
Looks like Rolf Harris
I guess they’re both choking the chicken
Now I’m not saying I’m very serious about murdering
But I’m very serious about burgling Burger King
Wonder of Captain Birdseye’s into angling
A little horse strangling
String 'em ‘til they’re dangling
Sorry I’m rambling
Even small restaurant’s can get it
Grab a gun and run up in the local Mandarin
I want the secret recipe motherfucker
Before I fuck your mother
Without using a rubber
Tell the producers don’t censor it out
Infact I’ve gone too far again censor it out
I blow up Nando’s like an army commando
Bodybag everybody in Wagamamas like Rambo
I take that back Wagamama’s and Nando’s are cool
Infact fuck Wagamama’s for sitting me on the stool
Hmmm like there ain’t enough room
Don’t make me have to put pubic hairs in all the mushrooms
And make you lose all your sponsor’s
And shut you down quicker than a bloody Onyx concert
I’ve never done a crime but the fed’s are out to get me
But don’t believe the hype
Gangsta Rap didn’t affect me

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