Jerry Vegas - McDiss lyrics

[Intro] Yo, what's up I'm f**in' pissed #f**McDonalds #f**everythinginsight #f**ABigMac They sent me home for being like 3 minutes late So I made this beat, and wrote this f**ing verse So, here ya go.. f** all that sh** [Verse] Alrighty homie, so he bout to f**in' go off We comin' from my old job Tryna get sommo' guap They complain 'bout mo sauce Boutta be my own boss Don't f** with me; your own loss She tried to say her cone's soft Like..what the f**?! It's a SOFT-serve It's worth the f**in' dollar Like, my f**in' arm hurts Well sh** it wasn't her fault The ice cream machine never workin' "Fix that sh**, you better learn it" How to wack like Eddie Murphy My bad Eddie, you don't ever know me But you know you is a homie McD's boutta get the cone piece Boutta switch the job Opener on some proceeds Low-key have hate for McD's like some police So see, don't breathe Never hit my phone please Never comin' back to work, like your homie retired Hope all of y'all burn in hell like the holiest fire And I'm feelin' ice bruh, like there's codeine in my cup Don't be some liars, your life's is expired Like motherf**in' f** a 4-peice and fries bruh [Pre-hook] Never comin' back with them ripped up shoes So good-bye to all that with a big "f** you!" [Hook] (x2) Pumpin' some jazz, got a lit' platoon And I'm here thinkin', damn like this b**h confused And I'm never comin' back with them ripped up shoes So good-bye to all that with a big "f** you!" [Outro] (I'm not a big mac fam) Ain't talkin' bout no big macs Ain't talkin' bout no big macs