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Salvaging a party!

I’m going to host a party celebrating the new game and 120,000 views!

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  3. A-R-A-B: The Rap Lyrics by: Remy Music by: Fifty Cents? I don’t know what you heard about me But I got two sandals on my feet I drive a Benz, yeah drive Mercedes Cuz I’m a Middle-Eastern A-R-A-B don’t know what you heard about me But the ladies all call me Habib I drive a Beamer of Mercedes Cuz I’m a Middle-Eastern A-R-A-B See a lady in the club, she’s an Arab beauty She’s got a thing for that kibbeh, falafel, tabbouleh I see her on the dance floor, she’s shakin’ her booty I try to talk to her but she be actin’ all majnooni I talk a little game, cuz I don’t want to dance alone I tell her “Hey, give me the number to your telephone” Invite her over to my house for some mango juice We sit and talk in the fancy room we never use She likes my clothes, she likes my nose, she likes the way I talk She a Tikriti, says she likes me cuz I’m from Iraq I’m not that Arab with the guns trying to be dead I be that Arab with the hummus and the pita bread She takes a whiff, and it’s as if she wants to leave the home Cuz she can tell I only use half bottle of cologne Look, lady, this is simple, you can’t see? You’re rollin’ with me, you’re rollin’ with an A-R-A-B Remy Remz, and I’m all up in the city, yo Remy, man, get the hell out of my video But I can drop mad lines, man I’m not a fool You kidding me? I got more lines than the college ruled. Take 2, and I’m all up at the therapist Cuz it seems people think that I’m a terrorist Come hang with me, and you’ll see that I’m not so tough We’ll sit and talk, drink some coffee out of little cups. “But Habib, I would like to be an Arab player” Nah, man, you’re whiter than Saddam’s underwear You need a beard, and you got to let the chest hair grow Don’t know how? Give a call to my Uncle Joe Or ask me, I got the nose that knows I’m not opposed to expose I got more hoes than Lowe’s Everybody come and be my friend Cuz I’m a Middle-Eastern C-O-M-E-D-I-A-N I don’t know what you heard about me But my wife walks ten feet behind me I drive a Benz, yeah drive Mercedes Cuz I’m a Middle-Eastern A-R-A-B I don’t know what you heard about me But I got two sandals on my feet I drive a Beamer of Mercedes Cuz I’m a Middle-Eastern A-R-A-B Birthday Hat: The Rap Lyrics by: Remy I wear a birthday hat mother mother Yo I go through the door and I know what you think “Who’s the big nose with the cone and the string?” My name is Remy Let me make a point then stop Don’t be messing with a hat thats got a pointy top Rollin all up through the hood But this hood is whack I be the only homey with a goody bag Ladies never ever see something hot this often That’s why I wear my birthday hat To the doctor’s office Go talk to the doc Cuz I’m hurting bad “You have cooties” Yeah, but I also have a birthday hat I wear a birthday hat, mother mother I wear my hat at work No it ain’t no stigma Wear my birthday hat While implementing six sigma People laugh when I duck When I go through a tunnel But no one’s laughin when I need to pour oil through a funnel Habib here man and I’m rocking on the cowbell Don’t need a birthday hat Cuz I already have a towel No one’s hotter on pinata So don’t mess with me You see I got a lot of practice on your effigy You really gonna make this song? That’s pretty sad I hope this don’t apply to wearing birthday hats I wear a birthday hat, mother mother Birthday Hat: The Rap Lyrics by: Remy I wear a birthday hat mother mother Yo I go through the door and I know what you think “Who’s the big nose with the cone and the string?” My name is Remy Let me make a point then stop Don’t be messing with a hat thats got a pointy top Rollin all up through the hood But this hood is whack I be the only homey with a goody bag Ladies never ever see something hot this often That’s why I wear my birthday hat To the doctor’s office Go talk to the doc Cuz I’m hurting bad “You have cooties” Yeah, but I also have a birthday hat I wear a birthday hat, mother mother I wear my hat at work No it ain’t no stigma Wear my birthday hat While implementing six sigma People laugh when I duck When I go through a tunnel But no one’s laughin when I need to pour oil through a funnel Habib here man and I’m rocking on the cowbell Don’t need a birthday hat Cuz I already have a towel No one’s hotter on pinata So don’t mess with me You see I got a lot of practice on your effigy You really gonna make this song? That’s pretty sad I hope this don’t apply to wearing birthday hats I wear a birthday hat, mother mother Birthday Hat: The Rap Lyrics by: Remy I wear a birthday hat mother mother Yo I go through the door and I know what you think “Who’s the big nose with the cone and the string?” My name is Remy Let me make a point then stop Don’t be messing with a hat thats got a pointy top Rollin all up through the hood But this hood is whack I be the only homey with a goody bag Ladies never ever see something hot this often That’s why I wear my birthday hat To the doctor’s office Go talk to the doc Cuz I’m hurting bad “You have cooties” Yeah, but I also have a birthday hat I wear a birthday hat, mother mother I wear my hat at work No it ain’t no stigma Wear my birthday hat While implementing six sigma People laugh when I duck When I go through a tunnel But no one’s laughin when I need to pour oil through a funnel Habib here man and I’m rocking on the cowbell Don’t need a birthday hat Cuz I already have a towel No one’s hotter on pinata So don’t mess with me You see I got a lot of practice on your effigy You really gonna make this song? That’s pretty sad I hope this don’t apply to wearing birthday hats I wear a birthday hat, mother mother Birthday Hat: The Rap Lyrics by: Remy I wear a birthday hat mother mother Yo I go through the door and I know what you think “Who’s the big nose with the cone and the string?” My name is Remy Let me make a point then stop Don’t be messing with a hat thats got a pointy top Rollin all up through the hood But this hood is whack I be the only homey with a goody bag Ladies never ever see something hot this often That’s why I wear my birthday hat To the doctor’s office Go talk to the doc Cuz I’m hurting bad “You have cooties” Yeah, but I also have a birthday hat I wear a birthday hat, mother mother I wear my hat at work No it ain’t no stigma Wear my birthday hat While implementing six sigma People laugh when I duck When I go through a tunnel But no one’s laughin when I need to pour oil through a funnel Habib here man and I’m rocking on the cowbell Don’t need a birthday hat Cuz I already have a towel No one’s hotter on pinata So don’t mess with me You see I got a lot of practice on your effigy You really gonna make this song? That’s pretty sad I hope this don’t apply to wearing birthday hats I wear a birthday hat, mother mother Birthday Hat: The Rap Lyrics by: Remy I wear a birthday hat mother mother Yo I go through the door and I know what you think “Who’s the big nose with the cone and the string?” My name is Remy Let me make a point then stop Don’t be messing with a hat thats got a pointy top Rollin all up through the hood But this hood is whack I be the only homey with a goody bag Ladies never ever see something hot this often That’s why I wear my birthday hat To the doctor’s office Go talk to the doc Cuz I’m hurting bad “You have cooties” Yeah, but I also have a birthday hat I wear a birthday hat, mother mother I wear my hat at work No it ain’t no stigma Wear my birthday hat While implementing six sigma People laugh when I duck When I go through a tunnel But no one’s laughin when I need to pour oil through a funnel Habib here man and I’m rocking on the cowbell Don’t need a birthday hat Cuz I already have a towel No one’s hotter on pinata So don’t mess with me You see I got a lot of practice on your effigy You really gonna make this song? That’s pretty sad I hope this don’t apply to wearing birthday hats I wear a birthday hat, mother mother Birthday Hat: The Rap Lyrics by: Remy I wear a birthday hat mother mother Yo I go through the door and I know what you think “Who’s the big nose with the cone and the string?” My name is Remy Let me make a point then stop Don’t be messing with a hat thats got a pointy top Rollin all up through the hood But this hood is whack I be the only homey with a goody bag Ladies never ever see something hot this often That’s why I wear my birthday hat To the doctor’s office Go talk to the doc Cuz I’m hurting bad “You have cooties” Yeah, but I also have a birthday hat I wear a birthday hat, mother mother I wear my hat at work No it ain’t no stigma Wear my birthday hat While implementing six sigma People laugh when I duck When I go through a tunnel But no one’s laughin when I need to pour oil through a funnel Habib here man and I’m rocking on the cowbell Don’t need a birthday hat Cuz I already have a towel No one’s hotter on pinata So don’t mess with me You see I got a lot of practice on your effigy You really gonna make this song? That’s pretty sad I hope this don’t apply to wearing birthday hats I wear a birthday hat, mother mother Birthday Hat: The Rap Lyrics by: Remy I wear a birthday hat mother mother Yo I go through the door and I know what you think “Who’s the big nose with the cone and the string?” My name is Remy Let me make a point then stop Don’t be messing with a hat thats got a pointy top Rollin all up through the hood But this hood is whack I be the only homey with a goody bag Ladies never ever see something hot this often That’s why I wear my birthday hat To the doctor’s office Go talk to the doc Cuz I’m hurting bad “You have cooties” Yeah, but I also have a birthday hat I wear a birthday hat, mother mother I wear my hat at work No it ain’t no stigma Wear my birthday hat While implementing six sigma People laugh when I duck When I go through a tunnel But no one’s laughin when I need to pour oil through a funnel Habib here man and I’m rocking on the cowbell Don’t need a birthday hat Cuz I already have a towel No one’s hotter on pinata So don’t mess with me You see I got a lot of practice on your effigy You really gonna make this song? That’s pretty sad I hope this don’t apply to wearing birthday hats I wear a birthday hat, mother mother Birthday Hat: The Rap Lyrics by: Remy I wear a birthday hat mother mother Yo I go through the door and I know what you think “Who’s the big nose with the cone and the string?” My name is Remy Let me make a point then stop Don’t be messing with a hat thats got a pointy top Rollin all up through the hood But this hood is whack I be the only homey with a goody bag Ladies never ever see something hot this often That’s why I wear my birthday hat To the doctor’s office Go talk to the doc Cuz I’m hurting bad “You have cooties” Yeah, but I also have a birthday hat I wear a birthday hat, mother mother I wear my hat at work No it ain’t no stigma Wear my birthday hat While implementing six sigma People laugh when I duck When I go through a tunnel But no one’s laughin when I need to pour oil through a funnel Habib here man and I’m rocking on the cowbell Don’t need a birthday hat Cuz I already have a towel No one’s hotter on pinata So don’t mess with me You see I got a lot of practice on your effigy You really gonna make this song? That’s pretty sad I hope this don’t apply to wearing birthday hats I wear a birthday hat, mother mother McDonald’s: The Rap Lyrics by: Remy Sittin’ on the couch with the morning post With a cold cup of coffee and some boring toast Thinkin’ I’m-a change it up–yeah that’s always fun What you reckon, Remz? A McDonald’s run So we hit the couch cushions, need some dollars, friend Yo, I found a five. Man, that’s Canadian. How ’bout a loonie? A twonie? A spoon or The Goonies? Oh, it’s 10:25. Dude, you gotta move, G. Got the cash, got the car, got the pedal to the floor Speed limit’s 25, but I’m doing 34 Going drive-thru style, man it’s fast express You can call it trans fat, I call it happiness Roll up to the teller fella with a minute to spare Frenchy with a headset, “can I take your order?” A McGriddle with a little sweet and sour there, son A McMuffin, then be stuffin’ muffins up in my trunk Then a tray or two of hotcakes, man I can’t decide, uh… All’s I know is hit them things with Aunt Jemimah How ’bout an egg fajita for some Texas flavor? No drama but my momma wants a breakfast bagel Don’t forget my #4, or there’ll be hell to spend And I want them eggs poached like an elephant Frenchy back on the line, “is that all your order?” No it ain’t, fool, I want a Coca-Cola! Get my cup of Coke and I’m-a start a riot Cuz on the cup lid, dude depressed the “diet” Check his shirt tag, and I catch the name Brian, I ain’t tryin’ to drink aspartame Sittin’ on the couch, ’bout an hour later Pickin’ at a pouch of some Now n’ Laters Hardly starving, man, but I find a hunch Start the car up fast because it’s time for lunch It just takes two bucks and I get what I need Two beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese “Supersize Me” said he’s had enough of it But how is it bad for my heart if I’m in love with it? If you never had McDonald’s, heck, well dude you should It’s a party, like a Hardee’s, except the food is good Just don’t get a large #2, I plead with you friend Cuz it’ll be a large #2 when you see it again Enter the store, first you holla, then you Pick a couple items off the dollar menu Four hot McNuggets, dessert with custard Mix the sweet n’ sour with a squirt of mustard. A Big Mac attack, you can max the lettuce Paying ain’t a pain, they take cash or credit Want a water? You can pay up there for spring Or get the free Grimace cup–how embarassing! They say, “you’re playing with a cardiac arrest, my boy” Only thing bad for my heart’s when they forget my toy Now I’m-a have a milkshake, but before you rant It’s made of shamrocks–now that’s a plant People say it’s bad, but I don’t believe them McDonald’s is peace–just ask Tom Friedman Momma catch me with a ‘zine, and she’s screaming “stop! Don’t you worry, Mom, it’s just my man Ray Kroc McDonald’s: The Rap Lyrics by: Remy Sittin’ on the couch with the morning post With a cold cup of coffee and some boring toast Thinkin’ I’m-a change it up–yeah that’s always fun What you reckon, Remz? A McDonald’s run So we hit the couch cushions, need some dollars, friend Yo, I found a five. Man, that’s Canadian. How ’bout a loonie? A twonie? A spoon or The Goonies? Oh, it’s 10:25. Dude, you gotta move, G. Got the cash, got the car, got the pedal to the floor Speed limit’s 25, but I’m doing 34 Going drive-thru style, man it’s fast express You can call it trans fat, I call it happiness Roll up to the teller fella with a minute to spare Frenchy with a headset, “can I take your order?” A McGriddle with a little sweet and sour there, son A McMuffin, then be stuffin’ muffins up in my trunk Then a tray or two of hotcakes, man I can’t decide, uh… All’s I know is hit them things with Aunt Jemimah How ’bout an egg fajita for some Texas flavor? No drama but my momma wants a breakfast bagel Don’t forget my #4, or there’ll be hell to spend And I want them eggs poached like an elephant Frenchy back on the line, “is that all your order?” No it ain’t, fool, I want a Coca-Cola! Get my cup of Coke and I’m-a start a riot Cuz on the cup lid, dude depressed the “diet” Check his shirt tag, and I catch the name Brian, I ain’t tryin’ to drink aspartame Sittin’ on the couch, ’bout an hour later Pickin’ at a pouch of some Now n’ Laters Hardly starving, man, but I find a hunch Start the car up fast because it’s time for lunch It just takes two bucks and I get what I need Two beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese “Supersize Me” said he’s had enough of it But how is it bad for my heart if I’m in love with it? If you never had McDonald’s, heck, well dude you should It’s a party, like a Hardee’s, except the food is good Just don’t get a large #2, I plead with you friend Cuz it’ll be a large #2 when you see it again Enter the store, first you holla, then you Pick a couple items off the dollar menu Four hot McNuggets, dessert with custard Mix the sweet n’ sour with a squirt of mustard. A Big Mac attack, you can max the lettuce Paying ain’t a pain, they take cash or credit Want a water? You can pay up there for spring Or get the free Grimace cup–how embarassing! They say, “you’re playing with a cardiac arrest, my boy” Only thing bad for my heart’s when they forget my toy Now I’m-a have a milkshake, but before you rant It’s made of shamrocks–now that’s a plant People say it’s bad, but I don’t believe them McDonald’s is peace–just ask Tom Friedman Momma catch me with a ‘zine, and she’s screaming “stop! Don’t you worry, Mom, it’s just my man Ray Kroc McDonald’s: The Rap Lyrics by: Remy Sittin’ on the couch with the morning post With a cold cup of coffee and some boring toast Thinkin’ I’m-a change it up–yeah that’s always fun What you reckon, Remz? A McDonald’s run So we hit the couch cushions, need some dollars, friend Yo, I found a five. Man, that’s Canadian. How ’bout a loonie? A twonie? A spoon or The Goonies? Oh, it’s 10:25. Dude, you gotta move, G. Got the cash, got the car, got the pedal to the floor Speed limit’s 25, but I’m doing 34 Going drive-thru style, man it’s fast express You can call it trans fat, I call it happiness Roll up to the teller fella with a minute to spare Frenchy with a headset, “can I take your order?” A McGriddle with a little sweet and sour there, son A McMuffin, then be stuffin’ muffins up in my trunk Then a tray or two of hotcakes, man I can’t decide, uh… All’s I know is hit them things with Aunt Jemimah How ’bout an egg fajita for some Texas flavor? No drama but my momma wants a breakfast bagel Don’t forget my #4, or there’ll be hell to spend And I want them eggs poached like an elephant Frenchy back on the line, “is that all your order?” No it ain’t, fool, I want a Coca-Cola! Get my cup of Coke and I’m-a start a riot Cuz on the cup lid, dude depressed the “diet” Check his shirt tag, and I catch the name Brian, I ain’t tryin’ to drink aspartame Sittin’ on the couch, ’bout an hour later Pickin’ at a pouch of some Now n’ Laters Hardly starving, man, but I find a hunch Start the car up fast because it’s time for lunch It just takes two bucks and I get what I need Two beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese “Supersize Me” said he’s had enough of it But how is it bad for my heart if I’m in love with it? If you never had McDonald’s, heck, well dude you should It’s a party, like a Hardee’s, except the food is good Just don’t get a large #2, I plead with you friend Cuz it’ll be a large #2 when you see it again Enter the store, first you holla, then you Pick a couple items off the dollar menu Four hot McNuggets, dessert with custard Mix the sweet n’ sour with a squirt of mustard. A Big Mac attack, you can max the lettuce Paying ain’t a pain, they take cash or credit Want a water? You can pay up there for spring Or get the free Grimace cup–how embarassing! They say, “you’re playing with a cardiac arrest, my boy” Only thing bad for my heart’s when they forget my toy Now I’m-a have a milkshake, but before you rant It’s made of shamrocks–now that’s a plant People say it’s bad, but I don’t believe them McDonald’s is peace–just ask Tom Friedman Momma catch me with a ‘zine, and she’s screaming “stop! Don’t you worry, Mom, it’s just my man Ray Kroc McDonald’s: The Rap Lyrics by: Remy Sittin’ on the couch with the morning post With a cold cup of coffee and some boring toast Thinkin’ I’m-a change it up–yeah that’s always fun What you reckon, Remz? A McDonald’s run So we hit the couch cushions, need some dollars, friend Yo, I found a five. Man, that’s Canadian. How ’bout a loonie? A twonie? A spoon or The Goonies? Oh, it’s 10:25. Dude, you gotta move, G. Got the cash, got the car, got the pedal to the floor Speed limit’s 25, but I’m doing 34 Going drive-thru style, man it’s fast express You can call it trans fat, I call it happiness Roll up to the teller fella with a minute to spare Frenchy with a headset, “can I take your order?” A McGriddle with a little sweet and sour there, son A McMuffin, then be stuffin’ muffins up in my trunk Then a tray or two of hotcakes, man I can’t decide, uh… All’s I know is hit them things with Aunt Jemimah How ’bout an egg fajita for some Texas flavor? No drama but my momma wants a breakfast bagel Don’t forget my #4, or there’ll be hell to spend And I want them eggs poached like an elephant Frenchy back on the line, “is that all your order?” No it ain’t, fool, I want a Coca-Cola! Get my cup of Coke and I’m-a start a riot Cuz on the cup lid, dude depressed the “diet” Check his shirt tag, and I catch the name Brian, I ain’t tryin’ to drink aspartame Sittin’ on the couch, ’bout an hour later Pickin’ at a pouch of some Now n’ Laters Hardly starving, man, but I find a hunch Start the car up fast because it’s time for lunch It just takes two bucks and I get what I need Two beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese “Supersize Me” said he’s had enough of it But how is it bad for my heart if I’m in love with it? If you never had McDonald’s, heck, well dude you should It’s a party, like a Hardee’s, except the food is good Just don’t get a large #2, I plead with you friend Cuz it’ll be a large #2 when you see it again Enter the store, first you holla, then you Pick a couple items off the dollar menu Four hot McNuggets, dessert with custard Mix the sweet n’ sour with a squirt of mustard. A Big Mac attack, you can max the lettuce Paying ain’t a pain, they take cash or credit Want a water? You can pay up there for spring Or get the free Grimace cup–how embarassing! They say, “you’re playing with a cardiac arrest, my boy” Only thing bad for my heart’s when they forget my toy Now I’m-a have a milkshake, but before you rant It’s made of shamrocks–now that’s a plant People say it’s bad, but I don’t believe them McDonald’s is peace–just ask Tom Friedman Momma catch me with a ‘zine, and she’s screaming “stop! Don’t you worry, Mom, it’s just my man Ray Kroc McDonald’s: The Rap Lyrics by: Remy Sittin’ on the couch with the morning post With a cold cup of coffee and some boring toast Thinkin’ I’m-a change it up–yeah that’s always fun What you reckon, Remz? A McDonald’s run So we hit the couch cushions, need some dollars, friend Yo, I found a five. Man, that’s Canadian. How ’bout a loonie? A twonie? A spoon or The Goonies? Oh, it’s 10:25. Dude, you gotta move, G. Got the cash, got the car, got the pedal to the floor Speed limit’s 25, but I’m doing 34 Going drive-thru style, man it’s fast express You can call it trans fat, I call it happiness Roll up to the teller fella with a minute to spare Frenchy with a headset, “can I take your order?” A McGriddle with a little sweet and sour there, son A McMuffin, then be stuffin’ muffins up in my trunk Then a tray or two of hotcakes, man I can’t decide, uh… All’s I know is hit them things with Aunt Jemimah How ’bout an egg fajita for some Texas flavor? No drama but my momma wants a breakfast bagel Don’t forget my #4, or there’ll be hell to spend And I want them eggs poached like an elephant Frenchy back on the line, “is that all your order?” No it ain’t, fool, I want a Coca-Cola! Get my cup of Coke and I’m-a start a riot Cuz on the cup lid, dude depressed the “diet” Check his shirt tag, and I catch the name Brian, I ain’t tryin’ to drink aspartame Sittin’ on the couch, ’bout an hour later Pickin’ at a pouch of some Now n’ Laters Hardly starving, man, but I find a hunch Start the car up fast because it’s time for lunch It just takes two bucks and I get what I need Two beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese “Supersize Me” said he’s had enough of it But how is it bad for my heart if I’m in love with it? If you never had McDonald’s, heck, well dude you should It’s a party, like a Hardee’s, except the food is good Just don’t get a large #2, I plead with you friend Cuz it’ll be a large #2 when you see it again Enter the store, first you holla, then you Pick a couple items off the dollar menu Four hot McNuggets, dessert with custard Mix the sweet n’ sour with a squirt of mustard. A Big Mac attack, you can max the lettuce Paying ain’t a pain, they take cash or credit Want a water? You can pay up there for spring Or get the free Grimace cup–how embarassing! They say, “you’re playing with a cardiac arrest, my boy” Only thing bad for my heart’s when they forget my toy Now I’m-a have a milkshake, but before you rant It’s made of shamrocks–now that’s a plant People say it’s bad, but I don’t believe them McDonald’s is peace–just ask Tom Friedman Momma catch me with a ‘zine, and she’s screaming “stop! Don’t you worry, Mom, it’s just my man Ray Kroc McDonald’s: The Rap Lyrics by: Remy Sittin’ on the couch with the morning post With a cold cup of coffee and some boring toast Thinkin’ I’m-a change it up–yeah that’s always fun What you reckon, Remz? A McDonald’s run So we hit the couch cushions, need some dollars, friend Yo, I found a five. Man, that’s Canadian. How ’bout a loonie? A twonie? A spoon or The Goonies? Oh, it’s 10:25. Dude, you gotta move, G. Got the cash, got the car, got the pedal to the floor Speed limit’s 25, but I’m doing 34 Going drive-thru style, man it’s fast express You can call it trans fat, I call it happiness Roll up to the teller fella with a minute to spare Frenchy with a headset, “can I take your order?” A McGriddle with a little sweet and sour there, son A McMuffin, then be stuffin’ muffins up in my trunk Then a tray or two of hotcakes, man I can’t decide, uh… All’s I know is hit them things with Aunt Jemimah How ’bout an egg fajita for some Texas flavor? No drama but my momma wants a breakfast bagel Don’t forget my #4, or there’ll be hell to spend And I want them eggs poached like an elephant Frenchy back on the line, “is that all your order?” No it ain’t, fool, I want a Coca-Cola! Get my cup of Coke and I’m-a start a riot Cuz on the cup lid, dude depressed the “diet” Check his shirt tag, and I catch the name Brian, I ain’t tryin’ to drink aspartame Sittin’ on the couch, ’bout an hour later Pickin’ at a pouch of some Now n’ Laters Hardly starving, man, but I find a hunch Start the car up fast because it’s time for lunch It just takes two bucks and I get what I need Two beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese “Supersize Me” said he’s had enough of it But how is it bad for my heart if I’m in love with it? If you never had McDonald’s, heck, well dude you should It’s a party, like a Hardee’s, except the food is good Just don’t get a large #2, I plead with you friend Cuz it’ll be a large #2 when you see it again Enter the store, first you holla, then you Pick a couple items off the dollar menu Four hot McNuggets, dessert with custard Mix the sweet n’ sour with a squirt of mustard. A Big Mac attack, you can max the lettuce Paying ain’t a pain, they take cash or credit Want a water? You can pay up there for spring Or get the free Grimace cup–how embarassing! They say, “you’re playing with a cardiac arrest, my boy” Only thing bad for my heart’s when they forget my toy Now I’m-a have a milkshake, but before you rant It’s made of shamrocks–now that’s a plant People say it’s bad, but I don’t believe them McDonald’s is peace–just ask Tom Friedman Momma catch me with a ‘zine, and she’s screaming “stop! Don’t you worry, Mom, it’s just my man Ray Kroc McDonald’s: The Rap Lyrics by: Remy Sittin’ on the couch with the morning post With a cold cup of coffee and some boring toast Thinkin’ I’m-a change it up–yeah that’s always fun What you reckon, Remz? A McDonald’s run So we hit the couch cushions, need some dollars, friend Yo, I found a five. Man, that’s Canadian. How ’bout a loonie? A twonie? A spoon or The Goonies? Oh, it’s 10:25. Dude, you gotta move, G. Got the cash, got the car, got the pedal to the floor Speed limit’s 25, but I’m doing 34 Going drive-thru style, man it’s fast express You can call it trans fat, I call it happiness Roll up to the teller fella with a minute to spare Frenchy with a headset, “can I take your order?” A McGriddle with a little sweet and sour there, son A McMuffin, then be stuffin’ muffins up in my trunk Then a tray or two of hotcakes, man I can’t decide, uh… All’s I know is hit them things with Aunt Jemimah How ’bout an egg fajita for some Texas flavor? No drama but my momma wants a breakfast bagel Don’t forget my #4, or there’ll be hell to spend And I want them eggs poached like an elephant Frenchy back on the line, “is that all your order?” No it ain’t, fool, I want a Coca-Cola! Get my cup of Coke and I’m-a start a riot Cuz on the cup lid, dude depressed the “diet” Check his shirt tag, and I catch the name Brian, I ain’t tryin’ to drink aspartame Sittin’ on the couch, ’bout an hour later Pickin’ at a pouch of some Now n’ Laters Hardly starving, man, but I find a hunch Start the car up fast because it’s time for lunch It just takes two bucks and I get what I need Two beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese “Supersize Me” said he’s had enough of it But how is it bad for my heart if I’m in love with it? If you never had McDonald’s, heck, well dude you should It’s a party, like a Hardee’s, except the food is good Just don’t get a large #2, I plead with you friend Cuz it’ll be a large #2 when you see it again Enter the store, first you holla, then you Pick a couple items off the dollar menu Four hot McNuggets, dessert with custard Mix the sweet n’ sour with a squirt of mustard. A Big Mac attack, you can max the lettuce Paying ain’t a pain, they take cash or credit Want a water? You can pay up there for spring Or get the free Grimace cup–how embarassing! They say, “you’re playing with a cardiac arrest, my boy” Only thing bad for my heart’s when they forget my toy Now I’m-a have a milkshake, but before you rant It’s made of shamrocks–now that’s a plant People say it’s bad, but I don’t believe them McDonald’s is peace–just ask Tom Friedman Momma catch me with a ‘zine, and she’s screaming “stop! Don’t you worry, Mom, it’s just my man Ray Kroc McDonald’s: The Rap Lyrics by: Remy Sittin’ on the couch with the morning post With a cold cup of coffee and some boring toast Thinkin’ I’m-a change it up–yeah that’s always fun What you reckon, Remz? A McDonald’s run So we hit the couch cushions, need some dollars, friend Yo, I found a five. Man, that’s Canadian. How ’bout a loonie? A twonie? A spoon or The Goonies? Oh, it’s 10:25. Dude, you gotta move, G. Got the cash, got the car, got the pedal to the floor Speed limit’s 25, but I’m doing 34 Going drive-thru style, man it’s fast express You can call it trans fat, I call it happiness Roll up to the teller fella with a minute to spare Frenchy with a headset, “can I take your order?” A McGriddle with a little sweet and sour there, son A McMuffin, then be stuffin’ muffins up in my trunk Then a tray or two of hotcakes, man I can’t decide, uh… All’s I know is hit them things with Aunt Jemimah How ’bout an egg fajita for some Texas flavor? No drama but my momma wants a breakfast bagel Don’t forget my #4, or there’ll be hell to spend And I want them eggs poached like an elephant Frenchy back on the line, “is that all your order?” No it ain’t, fool, I want a Coca-Cola! Get my cup of Coke and I’m-a start a riot Cuz on the cup lid, dude depressed the “diet” Check his shirt tag, and I catch the name Brian, I ain’t tryin’ to drink aspartame Sittin’ on the couch, ’bout an hour later Pickin’ at a pouch of some Now n’ Laters Hardly starving, man, but I find a hunch Start the car up fast because it’s time for lunch It just takes two bucks and I get what I need Two beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese “Supersize Me” said he’s had enough of it But how is it bad for my heart if I’m in love with it? If you never had McDonald’s, heck, well dude you should It’s a party, like a Hardee’s, except the food is good Just don’t get a large #2, I plead with you friend Cuz it’ll be a large #2 when you see it again Enter the store, first you holla, then you Pick a couple items off the dollar menu Four hot McNuggets, dessert with custard Mix the sweet n’ sour with a squirt of mustard. A Big Mac attack, you can max the lettuce Paying ain’t a pain, they take cash or credit Want a water? You can pay up there for spring Or get the free Grimace cup–how embarassing! They say, “you’re playing with a cardiac arrest, my boy” Only thing bad for my heart’s when they forget my toy Now I’m-a have a milkshake, but before you rant It’s made of shamrocks–now that’s a plant People say it’s bad, but I don’t believe them McDonald’s is peace–just ask Tom Friedman Momma catch me with a ‘zine, and she’s screaming “stop! Don’t you worry, Mom, it’s just my man Ray Kroc McDonald’s: The Rap Lyrics by: Remy Sittin’ on the couch with the morning post With a cold cup of coffee and some boring toast Thinkin’ I’m-a change it up–yeah that’s always fun What you reckon, Remz? A McDonald’s run So we hit the couch cushions, need some dollars, friend Yo, I found a five. Man, that’s Canadian. How ’bout a loonie? A twonie? A spoon or The Goonies? Oh, it’s 10:25. Dude, you gotta move, G. Got the cash, got the car, got the pedal to the floor Speed limit’s 25, but I’m doing 34 Going drive-thru style, man it’s fast express You can call it trans fat, I call it happiness Roll up to the teller fella with a minute to spare Frenchy with a headset, “can I take your order?” A McGriddle with a little sweet and sour there, son A McMuffin, then be stuffin’ muffins up in my trunk Then a tray or two of hotcakes, man I can’t decide, uh… All’s I know is hit them things with Aunt Jemimah How ’bout an egg fajita for some Texas flavor? No drama but my momma wants a breakfast bagel Don’t forget my #4, or there’ll be hell to spend And I want them eggs poached like an elephant Frenchy back on the line, “is that all your order?” No it ain’t, fool, I want a Coca-Cola! Get my cup of Coke and I’m-a start a riot Cuz on the cup lid, dude depressed the “diet” Check his shirt tag, and I catch the name Brian, I ain’t tryin’ to drink aspartame Sittin’ on the couch, ’bout an hour later Pickin’ at a pouch of some Now n’ Laters Hardly starving, man, but I find a hunch Start the car up fast because it’s time for lunch It just takes two bucks and I get what I need Two beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese “Supersize Me” said he’s had enough of it But how is it bad for my heart if I’m in love with it? If you never had McDonald’s, heck, well dude you should It’s a party, like a Hardee’s, except the food is good Just don’t get a large #2, I plead with you friend Cuz it’ll be a large #2 when you see it again Enter the store, first you holla, then you Pick a couple items off the dollar menu Four hot McNuggets, dessert with custard Mix the sweet n’ sour with a squirt of mustard. A Big Mac attack, you can max the lettuce Paying ain’t a pain, they take cash or credit Want a water? You can pay up there for spring Or get the free Grimace cup–how embarassing! They say, “you’re playing with a cardiac arrest, my boy” Only thing bad for my heart’s when they forget my toy Now I’m-a have a milkshake, but before you rant It’s made of shamrocks–now that’s a plant People say it’s bad, but I don’t believe them McDonald’s is peace–just ask Tom Friedman Momma catch me with a ‘zine, and she’s screaming “stop! Don’t you worry, Mom, it’s just my man Ray Kroc McDonald’s: The Rap Lyrics by: Remy Sittin’ on the couch with the morning post With a cold cup of coffee and some boring toast Thinkin’ I’m-a change it up–yeah that’s always fun What you reckon, Remz? A McDonald’s run So we hit the couch cushions, need some dollars, friend Yo, I found a five. Man, that’s Canadian. How ’bout a loonie? A twonie? A spoon or The Goonies? Oh, it’s 10:25. Dude, you gotta move, G. Got the cash, got the car, got the pedal to the floor Speed limit’s 25, but I’m doing 34 Going drive-thru style, man it’s fast express You can call it trans fat, I call it happiness Roll up to the teller fella with a minute to spare Frenchy with a headset, “can I take your order?” A McGriddle with a little sweet and sour there, son A McMuffin, then be stuffin’ muffins up in my trunk Then a tray or two of hotcakes, man I can’t decide, uh… All’s I know is hit them things with Aunt Jemimah How ’bout an egg fajita for some Texas flavor? No drama but my momma wants a breakfast bagel Don’t forget my #4, or there’ll be hell to spend And I want them eggs poached like an elephant Frenchy back on the line, “is that all your order?” No it ain’t, fool, I want a Coca-Cola! Get my cup of Coke and I’m-a start a riot Cuz on the cup lid, dude depressed the “diet” Check his shirt tag, and I catch the name Brian, I ain’t tryin’ to drink aspartame Sittin’ on the couch, ’bout an hour later Pickin’ at a pouch of some Now n’ Laters Hardly starving, man, but I find a hunch Start the car up fast because it’s time for lunch It just takes two bucks and I get what I need Two beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese “Supersize Me” said he’s had enough of it But how is it bad for my heart if I’m in love with it? If you never had McDonald’s, heck, well dude you should It’s a party, like a Hardee’s, except the food is good Just don’t get a large #2, I plead with you friend Cuz it’ll be a large #2 when you see it again Enter the store, first you holla, then you Pick a couple items off the dollar menu Four hot McNuggets, dessert with custard Mix the sweet n’ sour with a squirt of mustard. A Big Mac attack, you can max the lettuce Paying ain’t a pain, they take cash or credit Want a water? You can pay up there for spring Or get the free Grimace cup–how embarassing! They say, “you’re playing with a cardiac arrest, my boy” Only thing bad for my heart’s when they forget my toy Now I’m-a have a milkshake, but before you rant It’s made of shamrocks–now that’s a plant People say it’s bad, but I don’t believe them McDonald’s is peace–just ask Tom Friedman Momma catch me with a ‘zine, and she’s screaming “stop! Don’t you worry, Mom, it’s just my man Ray Kroc McDonald’s: The Rap Lyrics by: Remy Sittin’ on the couch with the morning post With a cold cup of coffee and some boring toast Thinkin’ I’m-a change it up–yeah that’s always fun What you reckon, Remz? A McDonald’s run So we hit the couch cushions, need some dollars, friend Yo, I found a five. Man, that’s Canadian. How ’bout a loonie? A twonie? A spoon or The Goonies? Oh, it’s 10:25. Dude, you gotta move, G. Got the cash, got the car, got the pedal to the floor Speed limit’s 25, but I’m doing 34 Going drive-thru style, man it’s fast express You can call it trans fat, I call it happiness Roll up to the teller fella with a minute to spare Frenchy with a headset, “can I take your order?” A McGriddle with a little sweet and sour there, son A McMuffin, then be stuffin’ muffins up in my trunk Then a tray or two of hotcakes, man I can’t decide, uh… All’s I know is hit them things with Aunt Jemimah How ’bout an egg fajita for some Texas flavor? No drama but my momma wants a breakfast bagel Don’t forget my #4, or there’ll be hell to spend And I want them eggs poached like an elephant Frenchy back on the line, “is that all your order?” No it ain’t, fool, I want a Coca-Cola! Get my cup of Coke and I’m-a start a riot Cuz on the cup lid, dude depressed the “diet” Check his shirt tag, and I catch the name Brian, I ain’t tryin’ to drink aspartame Sittin’ on the couch, ’bout an hour later Pickin’ at a pouch of some Now n’ Laters Hardly starving, man, but I find a hunch Start the car up fast because it’s time for lunch It just takes two bucks and I get what I need Two beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese “Supersize Me” said he’s had enough of it But how is it bad for my heart if I’m in love with it? If you never had McDonald’s, heck, well dude you should It’s a party, like a Hardee’s, except the food is good Just don’t get a large #2, I plead with you friend Cuz it’ll be a large #2 when you see it again Enter the store, first you holla, then you Pick a couple items off the dollar menu Four hot McNuggets, dessert with custard Mix the sweet n’ sour with a squirt of mustard. A Big Mac attack, you can max the lettuce Paying ain’t a pain, they take cash or credit Want a water? You can pay up there for spring Or get the free Grimace cup–how embarassing! They say, “you’re playing with a cardiac arrest, my boy” Only thing bad for my heart’s when they forget my toy Now I’m-a have a milkshake, but before you rant It’s made of shamrocks–now that’s a plant People say it’s bad, but I don’t believe them McDonald’s is peace–just ask Tom Friedman Momma catch me with a ‘zine, and she’s screaming “stop! Don’t you worry, Mom, it’s just my man Ray Kroc McDonald’s: The Rap Lyrics by: Remy Sittin’ on the couch with the morning post With a cold cup of coffee and some boring toast Thinkin’ I’m-a change it up–yeah that’s always fun What you reckon, Remz? A McDonald’s run So we hit the couch cushions, need some dollars, friend Yo, I found a five. Man, that’s Canadian. How ’bout a loonie? A twonie? A spoon or The Goonies? Oh, it’s 10:25. Dude, you gotta move, G. Got the cash, got the car, got the pedal to the floor Speed limit’s 25, but I’m doing 34 Going drive-thru style, man it’s fast express You can call it trans fat, I call it happiness Roll up to the teller fella with a minute to spare Frenchy with a headset, “can I take your order?” A McGriddle with a little sweet and sour there, son A McMuffin, then be stuffin’ muffins up in my trunk Then a tray or two of hotcakes, man I can’t decide, uh… All’s I know is hit them things with Aunt Jemimah How ’bout an egg fajita for some Texas flavor? No drama but my momma wants a breakfast bagel Don’t forget my #4, or there’ll be hell to spend And I want them eggs poached like an elephant Frenchy back on the line, “is that all your order?” No it ain’t, fool, I want a Coca-Cola! Get my cup of Coke and I’m-a start a riot Cuz on the cup lid, dude depressed the “diet” Check his shirt tag, and I catch the name Brian, I ain’t tryin’ to drink aspartame Sittin’ on the couch, ’bout an hour later Pickin’ at a pouch of some Now n’ Laters Hardly starving, man, but I find a hunch Start the car up fast because it’s time for lunch It just takes two bucks and I get what I need Two beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese “Supersize Me” said he’s had enough of it But how is it bad for my heart if I’m in love with it? If you never had McDonald’s, heck, well dude you should It’s a party, like a Hardee’s, except the food is good Just don’t get a large #2, I plead with you friend Cuz it’ll be a large #2 when you see it again Enter the store, first you holla, then you Pick a couple items off the dollar menu Four hot McNuggets, dessert with custard Mix the sweet n’ sour with a squirt of mustard. A Big Mac attack, you can max the lettuce Paying ain’t a pain, they take cash or credit Want a water? You can pay up there for spring Or get the free Grimace cup–how embarassing! They say, “you’re playing with a cardiac arrest, my boy” Only thing bad for my heart’s when they forget my toy Now I’m-a have a milkshake, but before you rant It’s made of shamrocks–now that’s a plant People say it’s bad, but I don’t believe them McDonald’s is peace–just ask Tom Friedman Momma catch me with a ‘zine, and she’s screaming “stop! Don’t you worry, Mom, it’s just my man Ray Kroc McDonald’s: The Rap Lyrics by: Remy Sittin’ on the couch with the morning post With a cold cup of coffee and some boring toast Thinkin’ I’m-a change it up–yeah that’s always fun What you reckon, Remz? A McDonald’s run So we hit the couch cushions, need some dollars, friend Yo, I found a five. Man, that’s Canadian. How ’bout a loonie? A twonie? A spoon or The Goonies? Oh, it’s 10:25. Dude, you gotta move, G. Got the cash, got the car, got the pedal to the floor Speed limit’s 25, but I’m doing 34 Going drive-thru style, man it’s fast express You can call it trans fat, I call it happiness Roll up to the teller fella with a minute to spare Frenchy with a headset, “can I take your order?” A McGriddle with a little sweet and sour there, son A McMuffin, then be stuffin’ muffins up in my trunk Then a tray or two of hotcakes, man I can’t decide, uh… All’s I know is hit them things with Aunt Jemimah How ’bout an egg fajita for some Texas flavor? No drama but my momma wants a breakfast bagel Don’t forget my #4, or there’ll be hell to spend And I want them eggs poached like an elephant Frenchy back on the line, “is that all your order?” No it ain’t, fool, I want a Coca-Cola! Get my cup of Coke and I’m-a start a riot Cuz on the cup lid, dude depressed the “diet” Check his shirt tag, and I catch the name Brian, I ain’t tryin’ to drink aspartame Sittin’ on the couch, ’bout an hour later Pickin’ at a pouch of some Now n’ Laters Hardly starving, man, but I find a hunch Start the car up fast because it’s time for lunch It just takes two bucks and I get what I need Two beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese “Supersize Me” said he’s had enough of it But how is it bad for my heart if I’m in love with it? If you never had McDonald’s, heck, well dude you should It’s a party, like a Hardee’s, except the food is good Just don’t get a large #2, I plead with you friend Cuz it’ll be a large #2 when you see it again Enter the store, first you holla, then you Pick a couple items off the dollar menu Four hot McNuggets, dessert with custard Mix the sweet n’ sour with a squirt of mustard. A Big Mac attack, you can max the lettuce Paying ain’t a pain, they take cash or credit Want a water? You can pay up there for spring Or get the free Grimace cup–how embarassing! They say, “you’re playing with a cardiac arrest, my boy” Only thing bad for my heart’s when they forget my toy Now I’m-a have a milkshake, but before you rant It’s made of shamrocks–now that’s a plant People say it’s bad, but I don’t believe them McDonald’s is peace–just ask Tom Friedman Momma catch me with a ‘zine, and she’s screaming “stop! Don’t you worry, Mom, it’s just my man Ray Kroc McDonald’s: The Rap Lyrics by: Remy Sittin’ on the couch with the morning post With a cold cup of coffee and some boring toast Thinkin’ I’m-a change it up–yeah that’s always fun What you reckon, Remz? A McDonald’s run So we hit the couch cushions, need some dollars, friend Yo, I found a five. Man, that’s Canadian. How ’bout a loonie? A twonie? A spoon or The Goonies? Oh, it’s 10:25. Dude, you gotta move, G. Got the cash, got the car, got the pedal to the floor Speed limit’s 25, but I’m doing 34 Going drive-thru style, man it’s fast express You can call it trans fat, I call it happiness Roll up to the teller fella with a minute to spare Frenchy with a headset, “can I take your order?” A McGriddle with a little sweet and sour there, son A McMuffin, then be stuffin’ muffins up in my trunk Then a tray or two of hotcakes, man I can’t decide, uh… All’s I know is hit them things with Aunt Jemimah How ’bout an egg fajita for some Texas flavor? No drama but my momma wants a breakfast bagel Don’t forget my #4, or there’ll be hell to spend And I want them eggs poached like an elephant Frenchy back on the line, “is that all your order?” No it ain’t, fool, I want a Coca-Cola! Get my cup of Coke and I’m-a start a riot Cuz on the cup lid, dude depressed the “diet” Check his shirt tag, and I catch the name Brian, I ain’t tryin’ to drink aspartame Sittin’ on the couch, ’bout an hour later Pickin’ at a pouch of some Now n’ Laters Hardly starving, man, but I find a hunch Start the car up fast because it’s time for lunch It just takes two bucks and I get what I need Two beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese “Supersize Me” said he’s had enough of it But how is it bad for my heart if I’m in love with it? If you never had McDonald’s, heck, well dude you should It’s a party, like a Hardee’s, except the food is good Just don’t get a large #2, I plead with you friend Cuz it’ll be a large #2 when you see it again Enter the store, first you holla, then you Pick a couple items off the dollar menu Four hot McNuggets, dessert with custard Mix the sweet n’ sour with a squirt of mustard. A Big Mac attack, you can max the lettuce Paying ain’t a pain, they take cash or credit Want a water? You can pay up there for spring Or get the free Grimace cup–how embarassing! They say, “you’re playing with a cardiac arrest, my boy” Only thing bad for my heart’s when they forget my toy Now I’m-a have a milkshake, but before you rant It’s made of shamrocks–now that’s a plant People say it’s bad, but I don’t believe them McDonald’s is peace–just ask Tom Friedman Momma catch me with a ‘zine, and she’s screaming “stop! Don’t you worry, Mom, it’s just my man Ray Kroc McDonald’s: The Rap Lyrics by: Remy Sittin’ on the couch with the morning post With a cold cup of coffee and some boring toast Thinkin’ I’m-a change it up–yeah that’s always fun What you reckon, Remz? A McDonald’s run So we hit the couch cushions, need some dollars, friend Yo, I found a five. Man, that’s Canadian. How ’bout a loonie? A twonie? A spoon or The Goonies? Oh, it’s 10:25. Dude, you gotta move, G. Got the cash, got the car, got the pedal to the floor Speed limit’s 25, but I’m doing 34 Going drive-thru style, man it’s fast express You can call it trans fat, I call it happiness Roll up to the teller fella with a minute to spare Frenchy with a headset, “can I take your order?” A McGriddle with a little sweet and sour there, son A McMuffin, then be stuffin’ muffins up in my trunk Then a tray or two of hotcakes, man I can’t decide, uh… All’s I know is hit them things with Aunt Jemimah How ’bout an egg fajita for some Texas flavor? No drama but my momma wants a breakfast bagel Don’t forget my #4, or there’ll be hell to spend And I want them eggs poached like an elephant Frenchy back on the line, “is that all your order?” No it ain’t, fool, I want a Coca-Cola! Get my cup of Coke and I’m-a start a riot Cuz on the cup lid, dude depressed the “diet” Check his shirt tag, and I catch the name Brian, I ain’t tryin’ to drink aspartame Sittin’ on the couch, ’bout an hour later Pickin’ at a pouch of some Now n’ Laters Hardly starving, man, but I find a hunch Start the car up fast because it’s time for lunch It just takes two bucks and I get what I need Two beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese “Supersize Me” said he’s had enough of it But how is it bad for my heart if I’m in love with it? If you never had McDonald’s, heck, well dude you should It’s a party, like a Hardee’s, except the food is good Just don’t get a large #2, I plead with you friend Cuz it’ll be a large #2 when you see it again Enter the store, first you holla, then you Pick a couple items off the dollar menu Four hot McNuggets, dessert with custard Mix the sweet n’ sour with a squirt of mustard. A Big Mac attack, you can max the lettuce Paying ain’t a pain, they take cash or credit Want a water? You can pay up there for spring Or get the free Grimace cup–how embarassing! They say, “you’re playing with a cardiac arrest, my boy” Only thing bad for my heart’s when they forget my toy Now I’m-a have a milkshake, but before you rant It’s made of shamrocks–now that’s a plant People say it’s bad, but I don’t believe them McDonald’s is peace–just ask Tom Friedman Momma catch me with a ‘zine, and she’s screaming “stop! Don’t you worry, Mom, it’s just my man Ray Kroc McDonald’s: The Rap Lyrics by: Remy Sittin’ on the couch with the morning post With a cold cup of coffee and some boring toast Thinkin’ I’m-a change it up–yeah that’s always fun What you reckon, Remz? A McDonald’s run So we hit the couch cushions, need some dollars, friend Yo, I found a five. Man, that’s Canadian. How ’bout a loonie? A twonie? A spoon or The Goonies? Oh, it’s 10:25. Dude, you gotta move, G. Got the cash, got the car, got the pedal to the floor Speed limit’s 25, but I’m doing 34 Going drive-thru style, man it’s fast express You can call it trans fat, I call it happiness Roll up to the teller fella with a minute to spare Frenchy with a headset, “can I take your order?” A McGriddle with a little sweet and sour there, son A McMuffin, then be stuffin’ muffins up in my trunk Then a tray or two of hotcakes, man I can’t decide, uh… All’s I know is hit them things with Aunt Jemimah How ’bout an egg fajita for some Texas flavor? No drama but my momma wants a breakfast bagel Don’t forget my #4, or there’ll be hell to spend And I want them eggs poached like an elephant Frenchy back on the line, “is that all your order?” No it ain’t, fool, I want a Coca-Cola! Get my cup of Coke and I’m-a start a riot Cuz on the cup lid, dude depressed the “diet” Check his shirt tag, and I catch the name Brian, I ain’t tryin’ to drink aspartame Sittin’ on the couch, ’bout an hour later Pickin’ at a pouch of some Now n’ Laters Hardly starving, man, but I find a hunch Start the car up fast because it’s time for lunch It just takes two bucks and I get what I need Two beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese “Supersize Me” said he’s had enough of it But how is it bad for my heart if I’m in love with it? If you never had McDonald’s, heck, well dude you should It’s a party, like a Hardee’s, except the food is good Just don’t get a large #2, I plead with you friend Cuz it’ll be a large #2 when you see it again Enter the store, first you holla, then you Pick a couple items off the dollar menu Four hot McNuggets, dessert with custard Mix the sweet n’ sour with a squirt of mustard. A Big Mac attack, you can max the lettuce Paying ain’t a pain, they take cash or credit Want a water? You can pay up there for spring Or get the free Grimace cup–how embarassing! They say, “you’re playing with a cardiac arrest, my boy” Only thing bad for my heart’s when they forget my toy Now I’m-a have a milkshake, but before you rant It’s made of shamrocks–now that’s a plant People say it’s bad, but I don’t believe them McDonald’s is peace–just ask Tom Friedman Momma catch me with a ‘zine, and she’s screaming “stop! Don’t you worry, Mom, it’s just my man Ray Kroc McDonald’s: The Rap Lyrics by: Remy Sittin’ on the couch with the morning post With a cold cup of coffee and some boring toast Thinkin’ I’m-a change it up–yeah that’s always fun What you reckon, Remz? A McDonald’s run So we hit the couch cushions, need some dollars, friend Yo, I found a five. Man, that’s Canadian. How ’bout a loonie? A twonie? A spoon or The Goonies? Oh, it’s 10:25. Dude, you gotta move, G. Got the cash, got the car, got the pedal to the floor Speed limit’s 25, but I’m doing 34 Going drive-thru style, man it’s fast express You can call it trans fat, I call it happiness Roll up to the teller fella with a minute to spare Frenchy with a headset, “can I take your order?” A McGriddle with a little sweet and sour there, son A McMuffin, then be stuffin’ muffins up in my trunk Then a tray or two of hotcakes, man I can’t decide, uh… All’s I know is hit them things with Aunt Jemimah How ’bout an egg fajita for some Texas flavor? No drama but my momma wants a breakfast bagel Don’t forget my #4, or there’ll be hell to spend And I want them eggs poached like an elephant Frenchy back on the line, “is that all your order?” No it ain’t, fool, I want a Coca-Cola! Get my cup of Coke and I’m-a start a riot Cuz on the cup lid, dude depressed the “diet” Check his shirt tag, and I catch the name Brian, I ain’t tryin’ to drink aspartame Sittin’ on the couch, ’bout an hour later Pickin’ at a pouch of some Now n’ Laters Hardly starving, man, but I find a hunch Start the car up fast because it’s time for lunch It just takes two bucks and I get what I need Two beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese “Supersize Me” said he’s had enough of it But how is it bad for my heart if I’m in love with it? If you never had McDonald’s, heck, well dude you should It’s a party, like a Hardee’s, except the food is good Just don’t get a large #2, I plead with you friend Cuz it’ll be a large #2 when you see it again Enter the store, first you holla, then you Pick a couple items off the dollar menu Four hot McNuggets, dessert with custard Mix the sweet n’ sour with a squirt of mustard. A Big Mac attack, you can max the lettuce Paying ain’t a pain, they take cash or credit Want a water? You can pay up there for spring Or get the free Grimace cup–how embarassing! They say, “you’re playing with a cardiac arrest, my boy” Only thing bad for my heart’s when they forget my toy Now I’m-a have a milkshake, but before you rant It’s made of shamrocks–now that’s a plant People say it’s bad, but I don’t believe them McDonald’s is peace–just ask Tom Friedman Momma catch me with a ‘zine, and she’s screaming “stop! Don’t you worry, Mom, it’s just my man Ray Kroc McDonald’s: The Rap Lyrics by: Remy Sittin’ on the couch with the morning post With a cold cup of coffee and some boring toast Thinkin’ I’m-a change it up–yeah that’s always fun What you reckon, Remz? A McDonald’s run So we hit the couch cushions, need some dollars, friend Yo, I found a five. Man, that’s Canadian. How ’bout a loonie? A twonie? A spoon or The Goonies? Oh, it’s 10:25. Dude, you gotta move, G. Got the cash, got the car, got the pedal to the floor Speed limit’s 25, but I’m doing 34 Going drive-thru style, man it’s fast express You can call it trans fat, I call it happiness Roll up to the teller fella with a minute to spare Frenchy with a headset, “can I take your order?” A McGriddle with a little sweet and sour there, son A McMuffin, then be stuffin’ muffins up in my trunk Then a tray or two of hotcakes, man I can’t decide, uh… All’s I know is hit them things with Aunt Jemimah How ’bout an egg fajita for some Texas flavor? No drama but my momma wants a breakfast bagel Don’t forget my #4, or there’ll be hell to spend And I want them eggs poached like an elephant Frenchy back on the line, “is that all your order?” No it ain’t, fool, I want a Coca-Cola! Get my cup of Coke and I’m-a start a riot Cuz on the cup lid, dude depressed the “diet” Check his shirt tag, and I catch the name Brian, I ain’t tryin’ to drink aspartame Sittin’ on the couch, ’bout an hour later Pickin’ at a pouch of some Now n’ Laters Hardly starving, man, but I find a hunch Start the car up fast because it’s time for lunch It just takes two bucks and I get what I need Two beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese “Supersize Me” said he’s had enough of it But how is it bad for my heart if I’m in love with it? If you never had McDonald’s, heck, well dude you should It’s a party, like a Hardee’s, except the food is good Just don’t get a large #2, I plead with you friend Cuz it’ll be a large #2 when you see it again Enter the store, first you holla, then you Pick a couple items off the dollar menu Four hot McNuggets, dessert with custard Mix the sweet n’ sour with a squirt of mustard. A Big Mac attack, you can max the lettuce Paying ain’t a pain, they take cash or credit Want a water? You can pay up there for spring Or get the free Grimace cup–how embarassing! They say, “you’re playing with a cardiac arrest, my boy” Only thing bad for my heart’s when they forget my toy Now I’m-a have a milkshake, but before you rant It’s made of shamrocks–now that’s a plant People say it’s bad, but I don’t believe them McDonald’s is peace–just ask Tom Friedman Momma catch me with a ‘zine, and she’s screaming “stop! Don’t you worry, Mom, it’s just my man Ray Kroc McDonald’s: The Rap Lyrics by: Remy Sittin’ on the couch with the morning post With a cold cup of coffee and some boring toast Thinkin’ I’m-a change it up–yeah that’s always fun What you reckon, Remz? A McDonald’s run So we hit the couch cushions, need some dollars, friend Yo, I found a five. Man, that’s Canadian. How ’bout a loonie? A twonie? A spoon or The Goonies? Oh, it’s 10:25. Dude, you gotta move, G. Got the cash, got the car, got the pedal to the floor Speed limit’s 25, but I’m doing 34 Going drive-thru style, man it’s fast express You can call it trans fat, I call it happiness Roll up to the teller fella with a minute to spare Frenchy with a headset, “can I take your order?” A McGriddle with a little sweet and sour there, son A McMuffin, then be stuffin’ muffins up in my trunk Then a tray or two of hotcakes, man I can’t decide, uh… All’s I know is hit them things with Aunt Jemimah How ’bout an egg fajita for some Texas flavor? No drama but my momma wants a breakfast bagel Don’t forget my #4, or there’ll be hell to spend And I want them eggs poached like an elephant Frenchy back on the line, “is that all your order?” No it ain’t, fool, I want a Coca-Cola! Get my cup of Coke and I’m-a start a riot Cuz on the cup lid, dude depressed the “diet” Check his shirt tag, and I catch the name Brian, I ain’t tryin’ to drink aspartame Sittin’ on the couch, ’bout an hour later Pickin’ at a pouch of some Now n’ Laters Hardly starving, man, but I find a hunch Start the car up fast because it’s time for lunch It just takes two bucks and I get what I need Two beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese “Supersize Me” said he’s had enough of it But how is it bad for my heart if I’m in love with it? If you never had McDonald’s, heck, well dude you should It’s a party, like a Hardee’s, except the food is good Just don’t get a large #2, I plead with you friend Cuz it’ll be a large #2 when you see it again Enter the store, first you holla, then you Pick a couple items off the dollar menu Four hot McNuggets, dessert with custard Mix the sweet n’ sour with a squirt of mustard. A Big Mac attack, you can max the lettuce Paying ain’t a pain, they take cash or credit Want a water? You can pay up there for spring Or get the free Grimace cup–how embarassing! They say, “you’re playing with a cardiac arrest, my boy” Only thing bad for my heart’s when they forget my toy Now I’m-a have a milkshake, but before you rant It’s made of shamrocks–now that’s a plant People say it’s bad, but I don’t believe them McDonald’s is peace–just ask Tom Friedman Momma catch me with a ‘zine, and she’s screaming “stop! Don’t you worry, Mom, it’s just my man Ray Kroc McDonald’s: The Rap Lyrics by: Remy Sittin’ on the couch with the morning post With a cold cup of coffee and some boring toast Thinkin’ I’m-a change it up–yeah that’s always fun What you reckon, Remz? A McDonald’s run So we hit the couch cushions, need some dollars, friend Yo, I found a five. Man, that’s Canadian. How ’bout a loonie? A twonie? A spoon or The Goonies? Oh, it’s 10:25. Dude, you gotta move, G. Got the cash, got the car, got the pedal to the floor Speed limit’s 25, but I’m doing 34 Going drive-thru style, man it’s fast express You can call it trans fat, I call it happiness Roll up to the teller fella with a minute to spare Frenchy with a headset, “can I take your order?” A McGriddle with a little sweet and sour there, son A McMuffin, then be stuffin’ muffins up in my trunk Then a tray or two of hotcakes, man I can’t decide, uh… All’s I know is hit them things with Aunt Jemimah How ’bout an egg fajita for some Texas flavor
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  5. banned forever on bo lil cenas, ='[
    Gone, G,O,N,E
    EVERYONE PLZ CALL CP AND TELL THEM UNBAN BO LIL CENAS
    1-888-861-4111
    1-250-861-5111
    plz plz!

  6. GUYS! im unbanned!
    i called and impersonated my dad! LOL
    i can go WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
    r2dp: sweeet! I’ll keep that in mind if i ever get banned

  7. why does drive always make songs -.- lol

  8. i dont know but didnt i make a long one lol 🙂

  9. DUDE!!! WATCH THESE VIDS

    heres one for YOU!!! BLCenazz!!!!!

    this is an awesome dude dancing

    some crappy jackass vid of Elvis…..

    this is that disco song staying alive

    YMCA

    Kung Fo Fighting Song

  10. Nice Post Man, Love Your Site!

    Banditbud777


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