Burger (Live) lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, Jesus, heheh
Yeah, n*gga

[Verse 1]
n*gga, this is my cup, drink the cyanide up
Dope as f*ck, so I could really shoot a group of guys up
Deep thought I'm often lost in (f*ck it), put me next to-
Still can't tell the difference, just like Asians with their eyes shut
I butt f*ck a couple Rots in the Wendy's parking lot
Barking at the sight of light from my bright sparkling
c*ck-a-doodle, eatin' toaster strudel
At a nude beach in Rome, in a black Bape spaghetti strap made of Ramen noodles
My b*tch is bad, mixed with a thicky ass
Got my di*ky rocky, this will end up in a sticky blast
Chris Brown, mask on my face, now I'm kicking ass
Life's a b*tch, f*ck college, mommy, I am ditching class
I rathеr be happy than f*cking forty
So f*ck that teacher's lеcture, I'm having Sydney record me
For the 2Dope– (They didn't like it) Oh, well
I'll just get Double XL to write us a f*cking story

[Chorus]
It's sitting right in my lap, I see it (Hey)
Scribbled across the lines, I read it (Hey)
I'm the f*cking poet who knows it, you know it, you bogus
Comprehend the language (Hey)
You scared of war? I'm all anxious
We got the Angus if you want beef, n*gga (Hey)
Now that's a burger for your ass, n*gga (Slice the onions)
Now that's a burger for your ass, n*gga (Put on the cheese)
Oh, now that's a burger for your ass, n*gga (Where's the barbecue sauce?)
Have that burger, eat it fast, b*tch