Just a little story, story i wrote, bout a place, i know
Burgerfool, all of you, all of you, better move, (?)
Quality control i have been on holiday since i let that sh#t go, i’ve been hidey hole smoking daily blunts thinking whether i should bother making number 3, but f#ck it where’s the beat
Mr. featonby you better believe it’s me i got something up my sleeve for y’all to see. better wipe those glass boy the oil must be fogging them
You instigate the robbery of everybody in that placе’s soul, i’ll take your doll and grow bigger than my already godly figurе, accidentally pulling the trigger just for the tickle, i used to swing the sickle while that boy he was stacking them pickles, i’m back with them lyrics that are revolving quicker than you could ever imagine
Who’s next on this patent, who?
Mr. mullet thinking needs a (? ), shoulda, coulda, woulda taken advice from a hoodlim
We need to go for that $20 da, we need some sub six so we can get a budget for some training, so we can move ahead. f#ck you
Smelly staff, sweaty needing a bath, kiddy fiddlers on grills, underage sex symbols on tills, losers on chippy, fools on shakes, i could do with a shake tho, i’m a bit baked bro, i’ve been chilling out taking a break bro, nobody wanna know me anymore
They scared that my jaws like jaws, there not nothing like yours, yours for doing them chores, now get on that floor and consume it some more
I’m your new manager. hey b#tchboy, get back on that stack board, the only thing that you have ever accomplished as being a stack-lord
Bee’s knees, get on those knees please, show me how you please me while he watch, we grilling in that bacon together, writing stories together oops i got a little bit of my aioli on your sweater, i would wipe it with a rag, but i feel bad
We need that $20 da, sub six. yeah, you’ve gotta sell these burgers, gotta try sell these burgers. f#ck you
Mr. flaky or mr. angry living with mr. muscly, oh it must be lovely, must be smelly, musty, crusty, flaky, dusty and tell me, do you listen to them through the walls when he busts in them steroid balls?
Cam, i got a camcorder let’s make a burgerfool daughter and then abort her, mullet man he thought a good idea to offer mr. ford ranger, hairy balls and with his willy took it balls and all
Get that curry miss, compliments of the chef harder then you could never expect burning the breath and her in their bestie murdered themselves investing and ignoring the message you can all get molested, think is funny i’m not contesting, i’m just saying i’m sorry that you will be affected
Now go make me a burger
He’s so immature
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