Drive-Thru of Burger King - BeDa

I know it's a little bit late for fast food And it's raining like a goddamn monsoon But I haven't seen you in days And someone has gotta snap you outta this phase Because you're sad, alone, and no one's home And it doesn't have to be that way So just call my home from your mobile phone And you already know what to say All you need to do is call me And I'll take Kenilworth Avenue to 193 And we can get fries under dark stormy skies And blow the thunder and lightning away I'll text you when I'm on my way I'll do anything that it takes, drive-thru the thunder and rain So we can fill up both of our water cups With Dr. Pepper and then act like we paid It'll be okay It'll be okay (Okay okay) Ohhhhh ohhhh ohhh ohhhhh Ohhhhh ohhhh ohhh ohhhhh Because you're sad, alone, and no one's home And it doesn't have to be that way So just call my home from your mobile phone And you already know what to say All you need to do is call me And I'll take Kenilworth Avenue to 193 And we can get fries under dark stormy skies And blow the thunder and lightning away I'll text you when I'm on my way I'll do anything that it takes, drive-thru the thunder and rain So we can fill up both of our water cups With Dr. Pepper and then act like we paid It'll be okay (Okay)

The Burger King Welcome to BK! How can I serve you today? One flame broiled ass clown? Have it your way You can't do fast food half as good as I do Your pink slime meat turns my asshole to a drive through You're played out like a Chuck E. Cheese token Your style's like your ice cream machines, broken (Ha!) I'm dropping Whoppers that'll knock you off the menu Call you Ronald Donald, 'cause there's no MC in you! Why don't you call me Ronald Jeremy? 'Cause I'm getting nasty Like the Whoppers you sell made of horse lips and ass meat Ask Rick and Morty who's the lyrical boss I've got lines for days, call me Szechuan sauce The undisputed GOAT of putting burgers in bellies I'm fast food Eminem, you're Machine Gun Kelly I'm Coke to your Pepsi, I'm Mac, you're Android Let's be real, I'm Nice Peter and you're Epic Lloyd (Alright) You're number one, like the whiz I took in your ball pit Them rhymes you just spit are a Ray Kroc of shit You spooky-ass clown, you're so creepy it's insane You look like you just ate someone's brother in a storm drain You can't beat the King with your crew, please The whole head of your government's name is Mayor McCheese I ain't lovin' shit, even if Timberlake sings I'm running circles 'round you like my onion rings (Your onion rings are pretty good) But that verse was lifeless! You had no joy in it Last rapper this plastic had a Happy Meal toy in it I'm serving billions and I can't be beat You're a bin full of lettuce, facing da feet Using Cheetos, dude? Get your recipes together, man I've had the same fries since I was Willard Scott the weatherman I'm the best trash talking mascot in town You might be the King, but a clown wears the crown (Where's the beef? Right here! Where's the beef? Right here!) (Where's the beef? Right here!) Show me two losers old enough to be my daddies And I'll square off with 'em like the corners of my meat patties It's Wendy! The hip-hopping Pippi Longstocking No flow's as Frosty as the salad bars that I'm dropping I'm topping you two like plain baked potatoes Exploiting you both like you were growing my tomatoes (Aw!) King, you're creepy, and you're always second fiddle Your breakfast croissants are even worse than his McGriddle And McDonald's gave your job to a box with a face Left you behind like a quiet kid in a PlayPlace I'm the fast food queen! Mean with a tweet sesh Leave opponents frozen 'cause I always keep my beef fresh Who won? Who's next? You decide! Epic rap battles of history