Fast Food Nation - 2.0 Edition

McDonald's was my spot, right in the drive-thru
I got the ladies on the east, from here to White Castle
Yo, can I interest you in some burgers and fries?

Welcome to hip-hop, let me take your order
With a side order of lies, lead the children to the slaughter
You can supersize and feel like you're on the winning team
But careful with the calories, you won't fit into your skinny jeans
No nutritional value, rap is like fast food
Like diarrhea through your system when it pass through
As real as he feel for all the gats he peel
The labels will only sign him for a toy and a Happy Meal
Tune into the radio's artificial ingredients
A heartless issue of godless fiends and deviants
Frying up the french fries, become a part of the franchise
Every man lies for a chance at the grand prize

They spittin' that fast food, load 'em up, blast through
Lookin' like a class of fools, look at what the cash do
One thousand calories of waste product
Hit your label up, get the place shot up
They spittin' that fast food, load 'em up, blast through
Lookin' like a class of fools, throw 'em in the trash, dude
One thousand calories of waste product
Hit your label up, get the place shot up

You got a Happy Meal? Can we get a Happy Meal?
Will somebody get the kid a Happy Meal?

The similarities are startlingly profound
When the industry and McDonald's share the face of a clown
Even a little taste of the sound is enough to make you vomit
With homophobic rappers falling out the closet
Burger King in New York brought coke to the block and locked it
Till Ronald McDonald cooked up a rock for a profit
The man serving your special sauce is jizz from the Hamburglar
The Kentucky Fried Colonel is a Klan murderer
Wendy's a hooker on 42nd and 10th
The Five Guys are at Arby's cooking up meth
An army of clones of steel but the chrome ain't real
You pop off at the fast food, I make a home-cooked meal

They spittin' that fast food, load 'em up, blast through
Lookin' like a class of fools, look at what the cash do
One thousand calories of waste product
Hit your label up, get the place shot up
They spittin' that fast food, load 'em up, blast through
Lookin' like a class of fools, throw 'em in the trash, dude
One thousand calories of waste product
Hit your label up, get the place shot up

Fast food chain reaction
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