Hold Da Onion

[Intro: Nappy] :^| [Hook: iRod] Can a young nigga please place an order? Tell PETA that I, love hamburgers Can I have a bad bitch with big buns, and Can I have a sandwich without no onion?? [Bridge: JCalvin] Uh [Verse 1: Stormium] I'm at the mall, eatin chips' But keep droppin' that beat, bitch Meat, pickles, lettuce, sesame seed bun Cheese, bacon, relish, but hold the onions Swiss Chalet turkey got that tryptophan But I can sleep and still spit though, fam Chillin' at BK, looking for a quick snack So fried that I tried to cop a big mac Bitches tryna get saucy, these assholes tryna beef Shrimpin' like an Aussie, Outback Steakhouse shiekh At KFC, hoes bitch about the prices I feed 'em my secret blend of herbs and spices UGH! [Hook] [Verse 2: M'Balls] I like food Bitch, this ain't no punchline I just like food [Hook] [Verse 3: J-Franks] Money$Team getting hazed, yeah we hashed browns I like my donuts glazed, we cookin' cash cows I'm gonna kill the game, ain't talkin' rap though The game so dear to me, I want the fat doe I'm gonna get blood clots if yo girl keeps jerkin' me Dunk in her cookie, she screamed "please dont Perkins me!" My babes and I just ate some ox, Paul Bunyan Tonight we finna make a sandwich, hold the onions [Hook] [Verse 4: iRod] Half Taco Bell half KFC, half Taco Bell half Pizza Hut Across the street is Burger King, Micky D's needs a feature Mornings at Dunkin Donuts, sittin and dunkin donuts Shit taste pretty good don't it? Shit taste good when you own it So we drop a joint one day, Open a joint the next People be placing orders I be misplacing checks But a check or two don't phase me, this is Money$Team baby Fat bitches is going crazy, this McMoney$Team baby [Hook] [Verse 5: IATG] Talk about dinner, I'll muh fuckin embarrass you Trynna get thinner, drink your muh fuckin carrot juice I'm in a bad mood, my rent's past due What's my only option? fast food 40 McNuggets fresh out the pan, from Mickey D's Five Guys burgers'll make me go HAM, like Dickie V All these BK fries got me seeing colored clouds Don't fuck with KFC but, I'll make your ass double down [Hook] [Verse 6: Chancellor] Gorging at Chick-Fil-A, can't get enough of their medallions It's the place to go when you need to feast on young Italians I've got a throne there, I observe my hungry subjects I watch 'em suffer goin' through my culinary subtext Across the USA they call me the puba of poultry Eat so much chicken, my stomach bound to look like Nick Nolte's Heed a nikkuh's words if he tells you "hold the pickles;" He might just strap you down, whip out a blade, and slice your nipples Eat a chicken sandwich, junkies need their fix of protein; When you're reeling from the itis, lay back and sip the codeine [Hook] [Verse 7: Rimmer AKA Excrement] Hold the onions and I might blast yo ass Extra sauce, extra cheese, I shouldn't have to ask Bitch don't even think about a fuckin' diet pepsi I need more grease, tell the chef to hurry the fuck up If she's a lady she might suck up, or I'll have to buck up Eat so much fucking shit, I look like a fat bitch But I still pop caps, and I still pimp bitches Popeye chicken and hot dogs are my shit I don't give a fuck bout you, cuz you eat shit, nigga [Verse 8: AlecDawesome] I'll shoot a man for his burger, bitch get between me and some fries? I'mma murk her Fuckin' Ronald Mcdonald in the ass, that bitch Wendy too Shove so much food down her throat it'll make everyone watching gotta poo I don't give a fuck if you only want one french fry, touch that shit and you die I'm the fast food OG, you better recognize