The Food Chain

(Lastrellpoet LRP)

This piece is just something silly, zany, and hilarious. Was at work hungry and ready for lunch, what you are about to read, perform, or sing to yourself was the result of that.

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I need a cheeseburger,  
You cant go to the club….Turkey  
And drink  
Because I need a cheeseburger. 
You gonna get toasted….Penne,  
That’s what I told her/ Cause I need me a cheeseburger. 
Heard a motherfucker jump up,  
Scream  
Hot Dog,  
I said hell naw  
Torta,  
I need me a cheeseburger. 
Dem mofos tried to put me on a submarine,  
I said I'm too Doughie,  
Like fresh bread from the Deli,  
I don’t want no damn peanut butter and jelly.  
I need me a got damn cheeseburger. 
Who wants to slider (slide her) 
Some beef,  
I told her imma cold cut,  
But Rue-ben on the trail,  
Fuckin with those fish eggs and snails,  
She might be hustling for that philly  
Cheese-in on the scene,  
I said Madame you Croqued,  
Got something stuck in your throat  
Bitch don’t touch me cause I’m too dope.  
I’m bout to kick you in the ass  
With my boot  
As long as Frank furter (Foot-her) the bill,  
Don’t you bother me  
Cause I’mma bout to get me a motherfuckin cheeseburger.  
Then I’m food fasten  
I shall not go no further 
Say something back,  
I’ll fry you in French cut 
Let the lyrical battle commence 
Your bowels got you in a thinking man’s stance 
From past tents eating by the fence tryna make dollars and cents 
You can get this menu for a dollar 
My boy Chris Aunt (Croissant) would try to do you greasy 
Black eye P, would TGI you on Friday in Olive’s Garden 
Then bust your Adams Apple B 
I been raising Canes, and Ole Dogs 
Guys that Pop-eyes  
And Boys that put you Churches (Church’s) 
Waving goodbye to your squad. 
I been rhyming this hard, since Golden Skillet 
Wendy gave a King a burger, I rang that bell on her taco,  
She had a Dunkin  
So as you may suspect  
I do nut,  
Wrestling around like UFC, she got the whole bucket no XXX 
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