Fast Food

Aug 09, 2009

My adaptation of Sir Mix-A-Lot : I'm your new god.





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Whats wrong, sweetheart?

Dont you want me?

You paid for me. kneel to me.

*rhythmic sniffing*

Eat me. taste me. swallow me ...

Ha ha ha ha ha ha, Im your new god.

 

 

She’s only 26, he looks lost

Bought food from the drive-thu, and got tossed

Eatin all that's in site, filled up,

Perfect individual for me to bust out

You can drink me, or you can eat me

But the girl shoulda known, you cant trust me

She’s only 500 pounds and lonely

She calls to her God for help, and thats me

Fast-Food, go ahead n use me, heh heh

Momma wont know youre a junkie

Just put me in your mouth and chew

*swallow* cluck cluck cluck!

And while youre full, grab a 12 gauge

Jump back on the streets, in a food rage

The only way out is the sucicide route

Put the gauge at your dome and take it out

Now Im on the 6 oclock news

All my movies get the rave reviews

60 minutes had a special on me

The God called fast-food is killin your society

Advertising is where I get picked

I can kill with a heart attack

I work through the week, my pleasure is pain

And Im your new god

You can call me fast-food.

 

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

fast-food

Heh heh heh

Go ahead n eat me.

 

 

Brothers throwin up a set to protect me

Im worth a lot so money so respect me

Doin damage on the boulevard, just like that

*gunfire* shoot em over fast-food

7-11 dealers would kill for me

Cause if ya sell me, I help ya live lovely

You want a porsche? Sell that burger for a buck

Just remember that your God is me

The task force bum rushed one of my joints

A big score, 1 ton of fast food

Now ya see another foodman sink

And one young health-nut on the brink

The the nuts thinkin bout pinchin

And alimony checks to his wife for the rent and

Kids, so the profit is slow

And he wants to make his bankroll grow

1 ton of fast food just sittin in the truck

I can make the best man weak

So the health-nut hits the streets to sell a little pain

Now the health-nut has a god

You can call me fast-food

 

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

fast-food

drink this

eat it

eat it

 

 

The only way I can be stopped is with intelligence

And you dont get it, so thats irrelevant

So you drive through, and get some more

And Im happy as hell

I tried to get a young kid but he just said no

Because of some sports hero

So I entered the heros house in a bag

And let him eat one time

Now hes fat, cause my dose was pure

Got him too quick for the cure

So the headlines read, fast-food made another hit

*yum* hooked on the first sniff

Now the kid is lookin for another hero

I let him know the other fool was a zero

He hits the streets, lookin for a remedy

They introduce him to me

I dont need another junky, just a flunky

Besides, the little punk was spunky

So I put him in a fresh pair o dickies

Give him a beeper, and let him terrorize the city

Put him in a drive-thu, teach him to slang

Another young punk deep in the game

Hell be lucky if he lives til 28

And Im his new god

You can call me fast-food

 

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

fast-food

Go ahead n use me

eat me

Hm hm hm hm hm hm

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