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Looking for something to eat
Plenty of options, just like it should be
Pizza or burger, fried chicken or wings?
Let’s order McDonald’s, getting a few Big Macs for me

But something is wrong when they get to my door
Fast food chants, burning flames on the floor
Too scared to open, I look through my peephole
And Ronald’s right there, looking more like a foe

Please sir don’t kill me, this country is free
And give me the burgers, I’ll cover the fee
Ronald looks at me “It’s $10’95”
Oh hell yeah brother! I’ll die for that price

The fattest of patties, deep fry it in grease
Add one big slice of American cheese
And one pound of bacon, let’s shoot AR-15s
But none of that lettuce, nasty fucking greens

Bite it with anger, let it fill your mouth
That’s just how we do it right here in the south
Came straight from hell to the land of the free
The darkest of burgers that Ronald made for me

While I lick my fingers, I thank the Red & yellow clown
May I repeat this feast, pound for pound
While I sip this Diet Coke so I don’t get fat
Oh, my heart just stopped! Would you look at that?

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