TheMetalGrunt requested:
Strop, do a rap about Carls JR.
XD
You got it. Done in the style of Lupe Fiasco, coz you like his meter (think
Paris Tokyo).
Walking through the streets of California,
Feeling lost 'coz I wasn't born here,
Lookin' at all the door signs that warn yer,
Enough to make you shake with raw fear,
I wondered how I could ever eat in a place like this,
At such a risk, of going hysterical, like I needed,
Some miracle, of not catching the cancer or some other bull,
But miracles can happen in a matter,
Of minutes in the form of 'taters golden battered,
And gravy on beef from cows so fattened,
All served on a plastic platter,
Where else would you find the food so fine,
You'd eat to die and lose your mind,
Why would I lie, the signs are true the substances-
Within will slowly kill you but still-
We insist on having our fill...
Carls Jr. was the name, in fancy writing,
The smell the bait, and people biting,
The seats dirty the flourescent lighting-
Hurting my eyes, but the flavors enticing,
Avocado ketchup pickles onions,
Mustard and patties pressed between two buns,
I thought it nigh erotic as I paused to lick,
My fingers clean juices dripping down my chin,
...and washed it down with gallons of Coke,
With free refills enough to make me float,
And as I rolled away I had to agree, bigger was better,
But to my health I was more deeply indebted...
Where else would you find the food so fine,
You'd eat to die and lose your mind,
Why would I lie, the signs are true the substances-
Within will slowly kill you but still-
We insist on having our fill...
You know I always wondered, why the say 'charbroil' instead of...grill :P
