IATG - Hold Da Onion lyrics

[Intro: Nappy] :^| [Hook: iRod] Can a young n***a please place an order? Tell PETA that I, love hamburgers Can I have a bad b**h with big buns, and Can I have a sandwich without no onion?? [Bridge: JCalvin] Uh [Verse 1: Stormium] I'm at the mall, eatin chips' But keep droppin' that beat, b**h Meat, pickles, lettuce, sesame seed bun Cheese, bacon, relish, but hold the onions Swiss Chalet turkey got that tryptophan But I can sleep and still spit though, fam Chillin' at BK, looking for a quick snack So fried that I tried to cop a big mac b**hes tryna get saucy, these a**holes tryna beef Shrimpin' like an Aussie, Outback Steakhouse shiekh At KFC, hoes b**h about the prices I feed 'em my secret blend of herbs and spices UGH! [Hook] [Verse 2: M'Balls] I like food b**h, this ain't no punchline I just like food [Hook] [Verse 3: J-Franks] Money$Team getting hazed, yeah we hashed browns I like my donuts glazed, we cookin' cash cows I'm gonna k** the game, ain't talkin' rap though The game so dear to me, I want the fat doe I'm gonna get blood clots if yo girl keeps jerkin' me Dunk in her cookie, she screamed "please dont Perkins me!" My babes and I just ate some ox, Paul Bunyan Tonight we finna make a sandwich, hold the onions [Hook] [Verse 4: iRod] Half Taco Bell half KFC, half Taco Bell half Pizza Hut Across the street is Burger King, Micky D's needs a feature Mornings at Dunkin Donuts, sittin and dunkin donuts sh** taste pretty good don't it? sh** taste good when you own it So we drop a joint one day, Open a joint the next People be placing orders I be misplacing checks But a check or two don't phase me, this is Money$Team baby Fat b**hes is going crazy, this McMoney$Team baby [Hook] [Verse 5: IATG] Talk about dinner, I'll muh f**in embarra** you Trynna get thinner, drink your muh f**in carrot juice I'm in a bad mood, my rent's past due What's my only option? fast food 40 McNuggets fresh out the pan, from Mickey D's Five Guys burgers'll make me go HAM, like Dickie V All these BK fries got me seeing colored clouds Don't f** with KFC but, I'll make your a** double down [Hook] [Verse 6: Chancellor] Gorging at Chick-Fil-A, can't get enough of their medallions It's the place to go when you need to feast on young Italians I've got a throne there, I observe my hungry subjects I watch 'em suffer goin' through my culinary subtext Across the USA they call me the puba of poultry Eat so much chicken, my stomach bound to look like Nick Nolte's Heed a nikkuh's words if he tells you "hold the pickles;" He might just strap you down, whip out a blade, and slice your nipples Eat a chicken sandwich, junkies need their fix of protein; When you're reeling from the itis, lay back and sip the codeine [Hook] [Verse 7: Rimmer AKA Excrement] Hold the onions and I might blast yo a** Extra sauce, extra cheese, I shouldn't have to ask b**h don't even think about a f**in' diet pepsi I need more grease, tell the chef to hurry the f** up If she's a lady she might s** up, or I'll have to buck up Eat so much f**ing sh**, I look like a fat b**h But I still pop caps, and I still pimp b**hes Popeye chicken and hot dogs are my sh** I don't give a f** bout you, cuz you eat sh**, n***a [Verse 8: AlecDawesome] I'll shoot a man for his burger, b**h get between me and some fries? I'mma murk her f**in' Ronald Mcdonald in the a**, that b**h Wendy too Shove so much food down her throat it'll make everyone watching gotta poo I don't give a f** if you only want one french fry, touch that sh** and you die I'm the fast food OG, you better recognize