The Fries

I’d like a double cheeseburger, and hold the lettuce

Don’t be frontin’ son, no seeds on the bun

We be up in this drive-thru, order for two

I gots a cravin’ for a number nine like my shoe

We need some chicken up in here, in this griddle

For riddle my middle, extra salt on the fiddle

Dr. Peppa my brotha, another for your motha

Double double super-size…

And don’t forget the fries!

Don’t forget the fries!

Don’t forget the…

Well she opens up the window, with a look in her eye

She said, “I’m very sorry sir but we just ran out of fries.”

I said, “What the fuck you mean? I think you’re mistaken

You got my double quarter pounder with extra bacon!”

So now I’m freaking out. I get out the car

I run into the street. This has gone to far!

I strip down naked. And wake up in a river

I thought I emphasized:

Please don’t forget the fries!!!

Don’t forget the fries!

Don’t forget the…

Don’t forget the fries!

(Crispy)